Shayne Terry's Fugue. Good fic.
Here's one I've got a real fondness for:
"Don't be a fool, man!" she shouted brusquely. "You need warmth. And, I dare say, some tea wouldn't hurt, either!"
He smiled at her, either amused by her manner or grateful for her care. Winnie wasn't sure which. All she knew for sure was that his was a gleaming white smile.
It was a movie-star kind of smile, Winnie thought. It made her ageing heart skip beats and remember how it felt to be young. If she had been fifty years younger, she might have
been attracted to him. Even now, in her seventies, she could appreciate the beauty of his smile. She was old, not dead!
Yvonne
