<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/MiaElla8855"><title>Fiction: Margarita Girl &amp; the Shoe Virgin - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/</link><description>Meet Mela Kaison &amp; Jenna Jonesy</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/465482" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/249200" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/235953" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/235542" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/233329" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/232972" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/230905" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/229540" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/229221" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/228920" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/465482"><title>*****************Sheshells and the fruit prince****************************</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/465482</link><description>That will be the name of my new novel. (Yes, I know I need to finish my old one first.) So I have a dilemna. My ex-boyfriend came to town with his five year old daughter. They threw me a surprise b-day party (just the three of us) to make up for the b-day he ruined. They even baked me a princess...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/249200"><title>Thirty-Four </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/249200</link><description>"We would have made beautiful babies." Mela laughs. "Alexa, you didn't even want to have sex with the poor guy." "Well, it got old." "But that's life. You don't give up on the person because you're bored, you try new things and make it work." Alexa shrugs. "I know. You're right." "You know, I'd...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/235953"><title>Thirty-Three</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/235953</link><description>"But you said you loved me remember? In the stairwell, just before Mela's fainting spell." Alexa said her body blocking the apartment door so Nole couldn't get by. Nole had packed a suitcase. He stood in front of Alexa waiting for her to move. "It's just the night. I think we both need some time...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/235542"><title>Thirty-Two</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/235542</link><description>Nole sat across the table from Alexa. They had lit the center candles and were now staring across the flames at one another. Billie Holiday was in the CD player. Her voice filled the room. Softly. Lovingly. Hauntingly. Beautiful! Nole wanted to kiss Alexa. He studied her moist lips, recalling...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/233329"><title>Thirty-One</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/233329</link><description>Mela sat in the backseat of Nole's car, leaning forward in her seat, her head between the two front seats. She gushed on and on about her new doctor friend. "He's only thirty-three. And he likes children. He coaches baseball for a little league team... He enjoys cooking, roller balding,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/232972"><title>Thirty</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/232972</link><description>Alexa ran into Doctor Slevsky in the hallway. He was having an animated discussion with the women behind him, and didn't see Alexa until he stopped a foot in front of her. "I'm sorry," he apologized. He continued on. Alexa grabbed him by the sleeve, pulling him to a stop. "Wait. About my friend...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/230905"><title>Twenty-Nine</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/230905</link><description>The unspeaking, unmoving couple sat for what felt like an eternity. A feeling kin to standing in a very large line at the grocery store, your hands heavy with milk and soda and soup because you grabbed a basket instead of a cart, the basket is now overflowing, and the excess is balanced in your...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/229540"><title>Twenty-Eight</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/229540</link><description>Mela was rushed by ambulance to the hospital. Nole and Alexa sat in the waiting room staring at their feet in silence. Guilt rode their brows like a new sun visor, blocking out the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. The smell of rubbing alcohol and floor polish burned their nostrils. A smell not...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/229221"><title>Twenty-Seven</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/229221</link><description>"Alexa, I want to talk to you." "Well, when you get in my face I guess that means I have no choice, doesn't it?" Nole stepped up a foot or two. "Where do you think your going?" "To stay with Mela for a few days." Nole looked to Mela who looked at her shoe as though she saw some unfamiliar there...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/228920"><title>Twenty-Six</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla8855/228920</link><description>"You're dragging that!" Alexa shouted over the stair rail. "What?" Mela tried to look at the bottom of the suitcase, but couldn't lift it up high enough. "Pick it up, I don't want my Louis Vuitton to get dirty!" "But it's heavy," Mela protested. "And who is Louie?" "Nevermind," Alexa said taking...</description></item></rdf:RDF>