Daydream Believer or Here You Come Again?

So, yup, I lied to you. This story was not finished on Sunday. I had a momentary crisis about writing about an imminent hurricane while one was actively destroying people’s lives. The destruction from Florence is unimaginable to me when I have been in those place, driven down those roads. And, yet, I know that these cyclones and hurricanes have been angry for several years now. Flooding to my friends’ families in the Philippines, Kerala, Hawaii, and elsewhere. My thoughts are with everyone who has suffered through so much.

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I feel heavy and disoriented after my afternoon nap. Waking in the strange dormitory room of number 16 probably doesn’t help either. The only thing that does is Rufus resting his head on my arm the instant he knows I’m awake. He wags his tale, and I imagine he’s mentally yelling: Dinner! DinNER! DINNER! FOOD! Continue reading

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I Started a Joke or Sexy Back?

First off, I am attempting to finish this story before Monday (ha!) so the around 600 word episodes that I am posting will be popping up at irregular intervals. If you miss one, you can always find it under the category  Don’t Worry Every Little Thing’s Gonna Be Alright.

I always encourage you all to give me your thoughts, suggestions, etc. Thanks to Nobbinmaug for a suggestion that may or may not be recognized in this passage. And may or may not be what was intended. 😀 If you want to see your idea come to life in this story, just drop me a comment. I can’t make a promise that they will be exactly as you intended, but there’s always the chance.

As always, thank you so much for reading and commenting. Your voice means everything!

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It’s Thursday morning, and I’m sitting at a pseudo-picnic table with three other people who’ve introduced themselves as evacuees from the storm, Dana and Pedro Gutierrez and their son, Wilson. The biggest man I’ve ever seen in my life, he must be around 6’5”, sits next to me with his bowl of cereal and cup of heavily creamed coffee. He smiles at me. Continue reading

Rolling in the Deep or Say a Little Prayer?

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Steve doesn’t linger, despite how much I might like him to. You know, just to catch up, ask how he’s been…find out if he ever married. With the hurricane approaching, he has 101 things he needs to do and catching up with me is definitely not one of them, and I completely understand. I always have. Which is probably why he fell for Mandy. The big difference between me and Mandy was that she always put her heart into everything, and while my heart was on the playing field, I always kept it sheltered. Continue reading

Stormy Weather or 19th Nervous Breakdown?

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Of course, as I’m shoving the car door shut with my hip, Rufus’ aluminum water bowl goes clanging to the pavement with all of the subtlety of a gunshot. My eyes immediately raise toward Steve who has stopped, tilted his beige hat upward slightly, and is studying me. After all this time, I wonder if he recognizes me. The quick shake of his head tells me, why, yes, he does remember the cousin of the woman who broke his heart. Continue reading

Is This Hotel California or Margaritaville? A Romantic Serial?

First off, a song of hope.

I haven’t done a serial in so long that I think I may have forgotten how to write one. This one has its unfortunate inspiration from the storm brewing off the coast of the eastern US. As always, I welcome your input. If you have suggestions or criticisms, tell me (you know, as long as they’re about the story) ;). Thanks. And, if I’m a bit rusty, please forgive me. 🙂  Continue reading

In the Wind #amwriting

It’s been awhile since I’ve participated in Three Line Tales. Thank you to Sonya for continuing to provide us with this photo prompt challenge!

three line tales, week 126: a tall ship on the liffey at sunrise

photo by Mark Dalton via Unsplash

 In the Wind

I cannot see boats of any kind without envisioning Maddy, her death, in the churning waters of the Caribbean as the hurricane bore down upon their ship. Continue reading

A Note from Laura Griffin

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I grew up in Houston and am heartbroken to see the devastation there. My parents and many friends lost their homes in the flooding. I am donating the author proceeds from September sales of COVER OF NIGHT to the American Red Cross Hurricane Harvey Relief Fund. So if you buy the book this month, or if you pre​-ordered it, you will be helping displaced people in Texas and Louisiana in their effort to recover and rebuild. Thank you!
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Featuring Laura Griffin’s signature “heart pounding, nerve-jangling suspense, combined with sizzling sex” (Fresh Fiction), Cover of Night is a fast-paced, romantic thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

For Friday Fictioneers

 

I could have driven my old Dodge, tried to outrun the storm, taken my chances. Shelters didn’t take dogs and I wasn’t leaving them. The officials scared those of us staying behind, telling us to use Sharpies to write our social security numbers on our arms.

The wind’s been howling; the water rising. It’s crashing under the house into the canal.

Between gusts, I hear a motor. My crazy brother-in-law, Jake, boating around like it’s Sunday fishing.

My cell chimes.

“Grab those mutts and get your ass down here.”

I’m grateful. He won’t hear it. He’s saved our lives again.

 

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