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BrocoliFlower 
(The Making of Charley Stevonsen)
 brocoliflower.com
 By John Reyer Afamasaga
SUMMARY
A Lebanese-Italian girl from Sydney, Australia blazes her way through men and money to become a significant figure in LMLA-ink’s rise from the streets to storytellers. Offsettingthis girl’s hedonistic ways is her long time friend—a Scandinavian designer who isherself worthy of the limelight, but is forever in her friend’s wake. Things changedramatically when the leader of the creative crew that freed John Lazoo from his murder charge meets and falls for the designer around the same time he is forced to take her friend as his business partner. The story is set in and among John Reyer Afamasaga’snever-ending saga. This installment spans decades; from the 1980’s to the near future inthe year 2020. This time, reality morphs with the surreal—humans like us are entities.Using childlike purity in
 BrocoliFlower 
, the author paints yet another portrait of love.
© John Reyer Afamasaga
 
etfiction eBook in GUIOPERA format – A MobileAdApps presentation by afamasaga.net
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ZERO: Page 03CHAPTER 01: Page 06CHAPTER 02: Page 10CHAPTER 03: Page 13CHAPTER 04: Page 17CHAPTER 05: Page 20CHAPTER 06: Page 24CHAPTER 07: Page 28CHAPTER 08: Page 33CHAPTER 09: Page 40CHAPTER 10: Page 45CHAPTER 11: Page 48CHAPTER 12: Page 53
© John Reyer Afamasaga
 
etfiction eBook in GUIOPERA format – A MobileAdApps presentation by afamasaga.net
BrocoliFlower 
(The Making of Charley Stevonsen)
CHAPTER ZERO
Metofeaz Litigatti watches her as she lifts up her skirt.With her other hand she clasps her hair into a fist. She turns her head, so she may see himas he moves in close to her.Litigatti inhales her perfume and inevitably her breathtaking scent, making him smile.He shuts his eyes. When he reopens them, he finds her still standing there, her head held back, the moonlight encasing her in wonderment—a silhouette fabulously presented for him to touch.He runs an eye up and along her neck to the place he would love to smother next, and hefinds her lips again. He pulls back for a moment so he may see her entire face, and hefeels their smiles match; so much so, he places his mouth over hers…His arm around her neck is as alarming as it is exhilarating for the young woman. Hisother arm, the one scarred, holds her to him as his hand covers her shaven place fromopen air.Down on the street, New Orleans is feverish. Through the open window enters the soundsof Mardi Gras; its Cajun music mingled with voices is syncopated by his and her rhythm,as they find reason for having met…He attempts to exhume some sort of state of mind that will allow him to stand on his owntwo feet, by placing his right arm against the wall. But the girl wants it to be around her.He meshes his face through her hair and into a safe feeling place in her neck. “What’syour name?” he asks.“Rocol.”She moves away from him so she can see him. “But friends call me Récene, which isincidentally my last name.”Metofeaz takes the bottle from the ledge and offers it to Rocol. She takes it and smiles;without taking her eyes off him, she takes a swig from it.Feeaz takes the drink from her, choosing to look down at the bottle as he casts a hook outinto the still bubbling ocean of mystery. “So are you some sort of royalty?”
© John Reyer Afamasaga
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