WALLFLOWER OR SOCIALITE

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WALLFLOWER OR SOCIALITE



“You see her? She’s down at the beach.”

“You don’t stand a chance, bud.”

“What do you mean? I know she’s beautiful – way outta my league, but no one has talked to her the whole party. She simply stood in the background. She’s got to be the shyest girl I have ever seen.”

“Shy? You think Alysia is a party wallflower. You gotta be kiddin’! She was standing there thinking what fools we all are having a kegger the night before graduation. Especially since Dean Macalister warned us that no one hungover would walk the aisle. Alysia’s an aloof prissy socialite. You just need to cool your jets. Don’t go embarrassing yourself.”

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“Ventured… you don’t even know the meaning of that word. Sit down and have another.”

“No way. I think I’ll take an evening stroll on the beach. I hear the flowers are lovely this time of evening.”



Written for FANDANGO’S ONE-WORD-CHALLENGE: ALOOF.

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A DANGEROUS MAN

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A DANGEROUS MAN



A Dangerous Man is the next novel in the Elvis Cole and Joe Pike novel series. Robert Crais has, once again, scored!

Joe Pike, while visiting the local bank, witnesses a kidnapping. Isabel Roland, the bank teller who was the hoped for victim of the kidnapping, is saved. The two want-to-be kidnappers arrested.

But after that, nothing seems to go as planned.

The kidnappers are suddenly murdered.

Isabel disappears.

It suddenly is unclear if Isabel is as innocent as she claimed.

Joe calls Elvis to assist in the investigation.

A quick and enjoyable read!



Written for THE NEW YORK TIMES BEST SELLERS.

THE OLD WAYS ARE BETTER

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THE OLD WAYS ARE BETTER



Dear Grand mamma,

Your gift was wonderful. I believe that we will get much use out of these gorgeous diaper pins.

Your Loving Granddaughter,

Elisa



Dear Mom,

Please try to have that conversation we talked about with Grand mamma. She just send another package of 100 diaper pins. This time, they are ocean creatures. I tried to explain to her about the diapers for a newbie are not what you wore as a child, but I don’t think she is getting it.

Your Loving Daughter,

Elisa



Dear Elisa,

When Grand mamma comes over, get her to help with changing little Alice. When she sees it with her own eyes, she’ll understand.

Mom



Dear Mother,

Grand mamma has helped change Alice several times. Each time, after I fasten the Velcros, Grand mamma attaches the pins. “I just don’t trust these new things,” she says. HELP!

Elisa



Dear Elisa,

I suspect you will be receiving many more sets of attractive diaper pins. I suggest you eventually find a craft from Pinterest that they can be used for. Please, I would not tell Grand mamma.

Mother



Written for FANDANGO’S ONE-WORD-CHALLENGE: NEWBIE and DAILY ADDICTIONS: PIN.

IS YOUR SHADOW TRULY YOUR FRIEND?

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IS YOUR SHADOW

TRULY YOUR FRIEND?



“He used to walk and jog beside, but I must have done something to make him mad.”

…  …  …  …  … …

“What do you mean it’s in my imagination?” the man abruptly sat upright.”

“Last week, he was following me home from work. We were together, sort of. He kept hiding behind things. Then, yesterday, I swear, I think he was carrying a bat.”

…  …  …  …  … …

“Some time off from work! Relax!!I don’t think so. In the bright lights he can’t follow me.”

“Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not real.”

…  …  …  …  … …

“Of course I brought my own bat. Can’t you see it’s almost dusk? He could be anywhere!”



Written for FANDANGO’S ONE-WORD-CHALLENGE: SHADOW and DAILY ADDICTIONS: BAT. 

THREE MINUTES AND COUNTING

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“Three minutes and counting.”

“You look ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? I’m just getting ready to celebrate.”

“The party is tonight. We should be leaving. It’s a three hour drive and I have to go home to shower and change.”

“You can go, but I’d wait. Two more minutes.”

“At least take off that silly party hat. People are watching us.”

“Never.”

“Stop your spinning and dancing. Someone is going to call the cops.”

“Oooo… One minute. One day, I am actually going to be there on the spot. I ‘ve always dreamed of being there for the first ray of light for a new year.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Timbuktu. Where New Year’s begins. Same time zone as Greenwich, England. To be relaxing out on a dune, watching the stars shine like they will never shine here again, awaiting the first rays of the sun for a new year. What could be better? Three… Two… One…”

Christopher blows his noisemaker and spins and dances for almost five minutes- at least it seems that.

Two police officers are approaching.

I grab his hand. “Let’s go. You’ve celebrated enough.”

“Sure. Now we can shower and change and party. The New Year is here!”



Written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #30. 

THE AUCKLAND SAFARI

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THE AUCKLAND SAFARI



“Get down from there. That elm has rotted. It’s not safe up there.”

“As soon as I get the picture.”

“Why from up there?”

“We are here birdwatching, so we should have a bird’s-eye view of over first campsite.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re going to fall and damage the camera.”

“Damage the camera!”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes. You’ve stated it very clearly.”

“Look. All I meant was that we didn’t bring another camera. We have to be careful if we going to win Arckland’s Bird Safari scavenger hunt. The prize money will set-up our studio.

“I am wedged between these branches in danger … you tell me. This tree has rotted. I could fall to my death any moment … you tell me. Then you remind me NOT to damage the camera.”

Creak … Crack … Snap … Boom.

Lori lands in an unceremonious heap at the base of the elm.

Kyle rushes to her. “Lori are you hurt?”

Just as he arrives, the Nikon D850 hits Lori in the eye and gently rolls to her lap.

“Thank goodness you caught the camera.”

With a snicker, Kyle walks away. An apology now would do no good. Maybe after breakfast?



Written for WHAT PEGMAN SAW: BLACK HILLS, SOUTH DAKOTA. 

 

JUMPING IN THE DEEP

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JUMPING IN THE DEEP



Having been in retirement for almost a year and a half, I am once again daring to delve into the deep.

I am going to reinstitute  sending out prompts to my former writing communities. (You guys have been missed more than you would ever think!) 

Beginning on Sunday, you will be able to get the posts to DAILY ADDICTIONS.

If you enjoy a daily writing treat, sign up on this blog- DAILY ADDICTIONS. (If you would like to play the DAILY-DOUBLE, FANDANGO’S ONE-WORD-CHALLENGES is also available.)

I am also beginning the FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER again. You should be getting your “Welcome Back’ post today, and a new weekly writing prompt on Wednesday.



Written for DAILY ADDICTIONS and FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER.