Donna shrugged. “Amazing how much courage a few shots of rum can give.”
Kyle frowned at that. He bent towards her and thanked her with a kiss on her cheek. “You really did save my life.”
She patted his cheek in return. “Yeah, right.”
He left. He returned to his table to sat back down with his friends. That was the end of it. That’s what should have been the end of it.
A Green Beach Shovel
“Zoe is so excited.” Darren said as he looked over Judie’s shoulder. She stared outside. It was the perfect day. A few small, white clouds in the bright blue sky. There was no getting around it. Darren had taken the day off for this.
He kissed her shoulder. “You’ll be fine.” He promised. He knew her so well. “It’s just the beach.”
It wasn’t ‘just the beach’ to her. There would be people there, and sun, and fresh air. She’d have to go out there in a bathing suit and pretend it was nothing. For Zoe. Which incidentally was the only reason she had even considered this.( Read the whole story here...Collapse )
In April I wasn’t going to do CampNaNoWriMo. But I suffered from a severe plot-bunny attack. After a first goal of 10.000 words I ended up writing 25.000. Sadly my favourite cabin was full by the time I started.
So for July the amazing Blacklilyf suggested I take up residence in her cabin and set myself a ridiculously low goal. Just in case.
To do that, I had to create a project. I called it ‘The Pharmacist’s Cabinet, because I often compare my brain to one. So many drawers, with all these ideas, and stocked with the Encyclopaedia of Useless information. Ít was a place holder name. The idea grew on me though. So many drawers, so many possibilities.
This morning the first drawer opened and a blue dress came out. Suddenly the road was clear. All the drawers contain items, pictures, stories, memories and what not more. I’m just going to open them and see what comes falling out. Some of these pieces I will probably share here in due time.
Until then… *looks at all the closed drawers* work to be done.
Just a teaser, the opening sequence of ‘A Blue Dress’
“Who on earth buys these dresses?” Dan wondered upon seeing her. The dress was lovely, nothing wrong with that. But the light blue was so wrong for her short reddish hair and her green eyes. It made her look like a ghost.
“Eric.” The manager called out from his office behind the counter. The receptionist turned towards the door. “Yes?”
“What time will the Dragon Lady be arriving?”
Eric chuckled for a moment. He’d heard about the guest they were expecting and had thought of an elderly lady with hair on her teeth.
From the corner of his eye he did see a woman walk into the lobby.
“Dragon lady? Time?” The manager asked.
A clear voice rang through the hall. “Six pm sharp. Same time I always arrive.” She had a carrying voice. Eric turned towards the counter where she stopped.
“Ma’am…” He was flustered.( To read Part 1 entirely, click here.Collapse )