Rosemary Brittle and Ivory Cream in The Afternoon…

One “yet to be finished” short story… I had no business cutting across town today – but that gorgeous rosemary brittle beckoned me like a heartsong.  I can still taste the sweet and aromatic blend, as I once did, in the heat of my rent-a-car, parked.  And, today, I simply had to have more. Did I …