Prince Charming and the Gift of Stephen King

Many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers. And, look at me, getting my story written days before the party expires! 😉 And while you’re focusing on that lovely flower of Dale’s, I saw books. Books! Books! Books!

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Prince Charming and the Gift of Stephen King

Lindsey parted the flowers burying Jane’s desk. “You there?”

“Hmm.”

“Word’s out you’re single.”

“Evidently.”

“Flowers are nice.”

Jane sneezed. “Sure.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes. “I know. You’re waiting for Prince Charming who will instinctively know you’d prefer a book to all the roses in the world.”

Jane blew her nose, nodding. “That.”

“Jane? Are you sick?” Dan asked.

“It’s the flowers,” she said. “You ready for me to proof your doc?”

He grinned. “Almost. In the meantime . . . .”

He handed her a present. Something heavy. Something rectangular. Something that could only be a book.

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