Weekly Wrap Up

In case you missed it:

Motivational Monday ~ Keep Going

Tuesday ~ The Divine Heart - Part 2 (Anna's Legacy)

Wee Wednesday ~ Drawing a Blank

Thursday Spotlight ~ Winter Song Book Trailer




Fiction Friday ~ Where Summer Never Ends for Us

Wee Wednesday ~ Drawing a Blank

Car keys… Where are those stupid things? 

Jacket pockets?  Nope. 

Think darn it; you’re going to be late.

Bedroom, on the dresser? 

Crap, not there either.

Where in the world did I put them?

I went to the post office, maybe in the kitchen? 

Crap, crap, crap … I’m going to be so late.

 “Honey, what are you looking for?”

“My keys.”

“You mean the ones attached to the strap of your purse?”

I grab the missing keys. 

Crap, I’m going to be so freakin’ late.

Weekly Wrap Up

Monday: Hello 2014!!

Tuesday: The Divine Heart ~ January ~ Part 1

 

Wee Wednesday: Under the Weather

 

Thursday Spotlight: Getting Started

Fiction Friday: A Chance Meeting



Wee Wednesday ~ Under the Weather

“So you thought you could get away with it?”  Shawna walked around the bed, grinning at Gene.  “I told you I don’t like games.  I don’t like to be played.  And I don’t like liars.”  She walked to the lap top and typed in a web address.  Naked men instantly appeared.  

“Spending an awful lot of money on gay porn these days,” she said, grabbing his credit card, “and on the company card.  Tsk, tsk… you know that can get you fired.”

Gene tried yelling for her to stop, but the tie covering his mouth muffled the sound and the handcuffs weren’t budging.

Shawna picked up Gene’s cell phone and dialed his office.

“Now I’ll just leave your boss a little message,” she said to Gene, “we wouldn’t want him to worry about you, now would we?”

She giggled as she spoke in a high, sexy voice, “This message is to inform you that Mr. Gene Upshaw won’t be in for the rest of the week.  He’s umm… under the weather.”

Wee Wednesday ~ A Little Problem

"Look at him, got to be 12 points," whispered Dad as he lowered his eye to the scope on the rifle.

"Ah... Dad...?"

"Shhh, you're going to spook the buck away."

"Dad, I'm scared..."

"I told you, you had to be a man if you were going to come, that something was going to get shot today."

"D...Dad I think we have a little problem."

"Yeah we have a problem; you won't shut your trap."

"Seriously, Dad you have to turn around."

"You are never coming with me again."

"Dad look out!"

"DON'T SHOOT!" yelled Dad catching a glimpse of the black and white tail.

"Tomato juice?" asked the boy.

"Tomato juice," agreed Dad.

Wee Wednesday ~ When the Music Stops

When the music stops he’ll see me.

It’ll be just like Cinderella. The music will stop. He will turn to look at his friends, but he won’t get that far. He’ll see me, probably for the first time, but definitely not the last time. He will look into my big brown eyes, see the way my hair flows around my face and be captivated. His friends will be calling to him, but he won’t even notice they’re there. He will see only me.

He’ll walk towards me, brushing other girls aside as they ask him to dance. They will scream his name and call him rude, but he won’t care. There is only one voice that he wants to hear and that is mine. We will embrace and he will feel complete. I will be complete.

One more song, then the music will stop and he will see me.

Wee Wednesday - Ariel's Obsession

Ariel grabbed the bag of potato chips off the passenger side seat.  As she munched on the salty snack she looked through her binoculars and gazed at the blue house across the street.  Dropping the binoculars she picked up her journal. 

11:58 pm – Still inside bedroom with her, lights off.

“Apparently he’s into sluts now,” she said to herself as she wiped her greasy hands on her jeans and moved on to the Peanut M&M’s. “I’ll show her.”

She grabbed her keys off the dash and jogged to the slut’s car.  In careful block letters she smiled as she scratched “I’ll kill you” into the driver’s side door.

Getting back into her car she grabbed her journal.

12:03 am – Got rid of the slut.

Wee Wednesday ~ Mother and the Birds

I watched Mother as she sat on the back porch with her tiny binoculars and thick field guide.  She sits there for hours raising the binoculars to her eyes and then slowly flipping through the pictures to identify the creature.  I always wondered how she could find little animals that pooped everywhere so fascinating, but every sunny day she insisted on being left out back for hours.

“Don’t walk in and out,” she’d say when I checked on her. “You’re scaring them away.”

I shook my head. All that time alone staring at birds couldn’t be good for her health.  She needed to be with her family, spending time with her grandchildren, not watching rats with wings.

Mother placed the binoculars gently on her nose and studied the blue jay at the feeder.  She never paid that much attention to me, how I longed for her to take interest in my life, read my field guide.

I chuckled to myself as I started supper: look at me, jealous of Mother and the birds.

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