A Table and the Contents of a Summer

By Rebecca Milton

Fresh from college, Emily, is starting her new life in a small town. Her quiet neighbor introduces her to literature, writing and small town pleasures, but does his strange behavior hide a deep secret? How will Emily find this, her fist summer alone?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005383329

Rebecca Milton

Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.

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A Table and The Contents of a Summer

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Rebecca Milton

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There was a table. That’s all. A heavy, hardwood, six foot by four foot table.

Too big for me to move, Mrs. Greyson, landlady, widow, flesh mountain, told me, so, I leave it here for whoever rents the place.

I stood looking at the table and it didn’t bother me. It was old but very sturdy, very solid. Its legs were thick and square. Nothing fancy about this table, it was pure utility. I could imagine years of meals on this table. Years of hands touching it, moving it. How many gifts had been wrapped on it. How many cups of coffee had been sipped while sitting at it. How many memories made, stories told, sadness shared, laughs born. This table had a life, a history and I was more than happy to have it.

So, I said, this is all the furnishings then? I asked Mrs. Greyson, Because the ad says furnished apartment. She dropped her eyes to the floor, coughed a little and deflected the question by continuing the tour.

Large windows, lots of light all day long, she said, moving with heavy step through the place, kitchen in here, small but, you don’t need much. Gas stove, refrigerator, that’s new, had that put in... oh... let’s see, no less than eight years ago. Still hums along like a dream. She patted the relic of a refrigerator with a meaty hand like it was a pet and smiled at me.

"Yes, the