Playboys have hearts, too
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Suddenly
she was gone ...
… the woman who had touched my heart like no other. I was 20-something and I couldn’t believe it, I couldn’t deny it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I had to write. No computer; just a portable electric typewriter and a kitchen table.
Five days later, “Playboys have hearts, too” was finished. (Except for “Finis,” written about six weeks afterward.)
It’s a novelette in free verse form: some of the writings are rhythmic, some of them rhyme, some are neither and some, both. Regardless, the story that unfolds is one you may well recognize.
The manuscript remained in a file drawer until my first fiancée found it a few years later, and urged me to publish the First Edition of “Playboys ….”
I also wrote a short “sequel” nearly 13 years after the book, inspired by a surprise phone call. But that’s another story … and even the lovely heroine who broke my heart in “Playboys” has not seen it.
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Playboys have hearts, too readers say...
“It feels kind of strange, reading this and knowing that it’s about you….”
(Nearly 13 years after “Playboys” was written, She read the published book.)
“Wow. I remember a time and a love like this.”
“A love story for everyone.”
It’s probably happened to you:
Love that appeared from “out of the blue” ... lent wings to your life like none before ... then vanished to who-knows-where.
If you’ve loved and lost, this is your story. The thrills, the fears, the hopes, the hurt - all the things you couldn’t express - but felt, nevertheless.
Those thoughts are here, written with emotion, unusual directness and clarity. It is a story of lost love, remembered in retrospect, with a wistfulness all its own.
Learn more about “Playboys have hearts, too,” its Author and other writings by RES; visit http://www.canterburylane.com/
About the Author
From a small-town Midwest dairy farm and years of big-city life, today RES focuses on Life, Love and Relating from a humble hideaway near Chicago: Canterbury Lane … a place to find what you’re looking for — beginning, perhaps, with yourself.