Tongue-tied, trusting, and alone. The word she could change was alone.

Four tours in Iraq. Desert sand drove his thirst for wet kisses and the Texas two-step.

He took her hand. The music began. She believed in love at first sight.

Just like the other women who quenched his thirst.

Kavanaugh’s poetry, prose, and photographs have appeared in Wising Up Press, The Lindenwood Review, The Persimmon Tree, When Women Waken, Light-Journal, and others. Kavanaugh enjoys driving the scenic route between St. Pete, Florida, and the Off Campus Writers Workshop (OCWW) in Winnetka, Illinois, not far from home. When not writing, Kavanaugh fills the time by pondering slices of life or the surf on a beach. See more at kavanaughwrites.com or twitter.com/off_themap.