December 13, 2014

LS Books 7: Flash Fiction Party #FlashFiction @LSB_lsbooks #RLFblog

Liquid Silver Books

For the final day of our week with Liquid Silver Books, we're having a Flash Party. Flash Parties are a way to challenge yourself as a writer by being succinct. For this one, use no more than 100 words. Can you do it? Of course. Will you? That remains to be seen. That number of words is little more than a paragraph. Five sentences with twenty words each and you're done. Ten sentences with ten words each, or you could use a different rhythm for your words altogether, as I have done in this paragraph, which is exactly 100 words.

The Art of the Moment

One of the most important elements of any story is the seemingly unscripted moment. You know the one. A word that catches the ear. A sideways glance. Unintended brush of their hands. Happenstance at its best. All very tricky, the writer's sleight of hand. The place in your story where the magic starts. The magic that keeps the reader turning the pages.

Today we're going to flash those magic moments in exactly one-hundred words. Jack meets Jill, Paul falls for Bob, or Judy is smitten with Lizzy. Paint that moment. Let us see that glance, hear those words, or experience the touch that launces our couple on their journey.
Here's how it works. Below in the comments post the title and body of your flash. One-hundred words excluding the title. I recommend Word as your scratchpad. It will give you a word count at the bottom. Then you can continue your flash in subsequent comments. The title is important so your fans can follow your story.

And remember Flash is just like the moment you're trying to create. Unscripted, imperfect, and completely captivating. Kick back, clear your mind, and let go.

Have fun.
Roscoe "RJ" James
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224 comments:

  1. Morning all. Looks like we're live. Let me open the bar and see where Paul and Time, the twins are. And I'll be back in a flash with a flash.

    RJ

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    1. Good morning! Have those twins bring coffee and hot chocolate please. It's cold!

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    2. I'll take some coffee. I'd like mine with a dollop of whipped cream and some salted caramel. Maybe with some of that on the twins as well. ^_^
      Morning everyone!

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  2. An Encounter in Time

    That ass. That perfectly shaped ass. How could he look away from her, sashaying across the room like she owned the place? As though she felt him staring, she turned her head to meet his gaze. Frowning at first, then, maybe as she caught his heat, her mouth turned up into a half-smile. If her ass hadn't caught his attention her eyes would have captured his soul. Blue, almost grey, a look of surprise in them now, as though not quite sure who he was or why he looked at her, but wanting to find out.

    Naomi Bellina
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    1. Whoa, good one, Naomi! Very hot.

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    2. Maybe he's looking for a cup of coffee for you... haha. Very nice start.

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  3. When He Dared

    There was nothing overt in the moment. Not that she could see. The man wasn’t even looking her way. Not a glance, glare, or smirk. He just stared out the window at the dark wall of the subway as they made their way uptown.
    Two people. A man. A woman. Their arms up in that ridiculous pose of subway riders left without a seat. Feet apart to steady themselves. One arm up, palms pressed against a shiny pole, bodies swaying with the bounce a bump of their car along the tracks.

    All crammed in yet all alone.

    Then it happened.

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  4. Coffee it is, ladies. Will that be with or without shirts... ah, cream?

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    1. Funny you should say that it gave me an idea for another flash.

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  5. Finding the truth.

    Can you manage with those shoes?”
    “Yes. If they prove troublesome I’ll take ‘em off.” She shoved several strands of hair back.
    A true child of nature. “Tell me, Miss Fairchild, what would you do on such a day at home?”
    “You know what I’d be doing. Aunt Margot has told you everything.”
    “Oh no, your aunt said you needed assistance. I was glad to be of service.”
    She narrowed her eyes and offered him a syrupy smile. “Ohh.” She pressed her fingers to her split lip. “I’d be visiting the poor old folks in the village.”
    Little liar.

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    1. Intriguing. Welcome Daisy.

      Anyone up for a breakfast beer? Okay, just asking.

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  6. Subway

    Her rain-soaked hair plastered to her face, Sophie entered the station and boarded the train. Grasping the rail, she dropped her umbrella and cursed. A gorgeous man, dry and smelling of spice, picked it up for her.
    "Yours, I believe." He smiled, his green eyes crinkling as his gaze followed a drip of rain down her nose.
    "Thanks," she mumbled, her cheeks heating.
    "You wear it well," he commented, warmth suffusing his own cheeks. "The rain, I mean."
    "Is this where you offer to towel me off?"
    "No." He smiles again. "But I won't lie and say I didn't consider it."

    Rosanna Leo
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  7. Morning Rosanna. Cuba libre to go with that post?

    Juan has arrived. He's in the kitchen. Snacks coming out shortly.

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    1. Morning RJ and everyone! I will always take a coffee, from Juan or anyone else brave enough to meet me first thing in the morning.
      CAFFEINE!!!

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    2. Haha! I just realized that wasn't a coffee, was it?? Well, let's start with coffee. LOL

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    3. It was coffee. But we won't go into what else was in there. EG.

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  8. Hot and wet.

    The plain filter coffee slopped from the cup. A dribble splashed and hit the back of his hand.
    He didn’t flinch just raised a curious glance.
    His dazzling green gaze yanked her forward. Heartbeat rising fast she lost her grip. The cup clattered on the table between them.
    Steaming liquid splashed the front of her uniform and soaked into her waistband.
    “Here. You’ll need this.”
    She grasped the napkin he offered. Fixated she read the number twice as dark drops dripped from her apron. She folded the napkin and slipped it into her top pocket as she walked away wet.

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    1. I like all the wet stuff going on this morning.

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    2. Seems to be a theme here. Wonder what train track our minds are running down.

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  9. First meeting between Snow and Max, the Huntsman - The Hunt for Snow

    A hint of sunlight glinted off the steel of the knife he held. I tore my gaze away from it and studied his handsome face.

    I held my hands up and poised myself to run. “Who are you?”

    His mouth thinned. “It doesn’t matter.”

    “It does.” I took one wary step back, my gaze never leaving his.

    He lowered the knife slightly and tilted his head. A wicked, heated grin spread across his face. My traitorous heart skipped a beat.

    “Your stepmother told me tell you one thing.”

    I didn’t want to know.

    He took one step toward me. “Run.”

    S.E. Babin
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    1. Welcome to the party, SE. Find a table. I'll have Tim drop by and get your order.

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    2. Morning, RJ! *waves* to everyone. I'll have about five more cups of coffee, please :)

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  10. When He Dared

    She wanted to say something. She wanted to let him know that there was something happening that, quite frankly, shouldn’t be. But she didn’t. Instead she let her mind wander to the point of warmth between his hand and hers.

    Just a brush. His hand above hers on their pole. The side barely brushing her pinky. It had happened before. Just like this.

    What was different this time?

    She’d noticed him as soon as he’d been swept in with a rush of other late afternoon commuters. Tall. Dark hair. Brittle smile. Broad shoulders. Distracted. Brooding.

    And she liked his tie.

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  11. You guys are so good at this. Let me give it a try:

    Shore Looks Delicious

    A lithe form emerged from the pool, water cascading down her body, and all Ken could do was stare, eyes wide, mouth open. Where had she come from and where was the dolphin he and the aquarium team had rescued just that morning? And why was this woman naked? Maybe he really was asleep and just didn't know it. He'd been up since before dawn and midnight was drawing near, so it made sense that he'd nodded off for a bit. If so, he was having a hell of a realistic dream and wasn't sure he wanted to wake up.

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  12. Soar

    She never stilled. Once he’d noticed her, he hadn’t been able to stop watching and she had not been still for a moment. She shifted in her seat as if searching for a perfect perch on the top of a pitchfork. Her hands fluttered, around her place setting, over her hair, adjusting her clothes. Her delicate features danced with expression, nothing hidden. Perpetual motion—except for her enormous eyes, so dark they appeared black. Those she could not tear away from her dining companion. A man Ross decided he despised in spite of never having seen his face.

    DawnMarie Richards … cultivating a sexy mind.
    www.dawnmarierichards.com

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  13. Just wonder. Anyone with snow on the ground in your neck of the woods? Sunshine. Slight breeze. Good view of the volcanos here. I may have to break out my sun block. Yeah. Life can be tough. Haha..

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    1. Nope. I'm in balmy Florida, where we break out the sweaters when it drops below 70. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

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    2. Oh, Florida. Sigh. We got a foot and a half of the white stuff the other day. Pretty for the first ten minutes...and then your back breaks from shoveling. :)

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    3. Tell you what, Rosanna. Buck will be in later. I'll let you take him home. No. None of that. Just to help with the snow shovel.

      Welcome Annette. Great flash. You too Dawn.

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    4. Thanks, Roscoe. You started us off with a bang. Minds out of the gutter, people! Oh, all right. Let the dirty thoughts flow free.

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    5. Oh dear, Roscoe, you have a touch of the sadistic in you ... dontcha?

      I'm in Arizona ... 'nuf said.

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    6. Sadistic? Me? ** looks around trying to figure out who Dawn's talking about ** Never. Here, hold my whip while I run to the walk-in freezer and grab another bag of buffalo wings...

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    7. Goodness! You trust me with your whip ... but we've just met.

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  14. Frost was so thick on the car this morning I used half a bottle of deicer to clear it. Two sweaters and a coat.

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    1. I think I'll stay right where I am, Daisy and Rosanna.

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  15. When He Dared

    As the train slowed for the station she stole one last glance and tried to unravel the puzzle. He was just some man. She was sure more than half the riders were men as well.

    And she’d seen lots of men before. Even men in suits. Even men with ties she liked. And she was sure that at some point during that seeing, some man, somewhere, and accidently touched her.

    A brush of her arm with his hand. A bump of her shoulder…

    Leaning forward she surreptitiously took a step. She wanted a better look at his face. His eyes.

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  16. Frost? Thick frost? No. None of that here. And I'm bettin' Florida has none of that. Tell you what. Box that frost up and ship it down here. I haven't seen frost of any kind in years. Haha. Not a flake of snow, cold wind...

    But Paul and Tim, the twins, they got just what you need... I'll send them right over with... an ice scraper. Haha.

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  17. Shore Feels Delicious

    Because damned if she wasn’t gorgeous. Long, toned legs, perky breasts with rosebud nipples, and a behind so firm he could’ve bounced a quarter off it. Okay, maybe he was watching too many military movies with that last one because it reminded him of a bunk in a barracks and...was he going nuts? Alone with a beautiful naked woman and all he could think about was that old Bill Murray comedy Stripes? He needed his head examined.

    The corners of her lips tipped up as if she’d read his mind.

    “Who are you?” he demanded. “And why are you here?”

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  18. Ice scrapers sound fabulous. There's more frost and some snow forecast.

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    1. A high in the 60s here today with a gradual warming trend into next week.

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    2. He, if I send Fernando over we'll see if it's just a warming trend.

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    3. Hey. The He should be Hey... they need an edit on this.

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  19. You're very naughty, Roscoe. I like that.

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  20. I hope I'm not getting too far ahead of everybody but this is fun.

    Shore Feels Delicious

    “I think you know who I am,” she replied. “You just don’t want to admit it.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “You brought me here before the sun came up, jostling me around in that van of yours. And that canvas sling you used to hoist me out of the water? Bad for the skin, let me tell you. A softer material would feel so much better.”
    “What in the hell are you talking about? And why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”
    “Don’t you like looking at me?”
    “Of course I do, but that’s beside the point, now isn’t it?”

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  21. When He Dared

    She was almost there. Just inches away from getting a good look at Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Handsome when, with a screech of the brakes, their train jerked to a stop.

    Trying to catch herself she reached forward, fell back several inches, and felt her foot slide when someone pushing for the door tripped her. Face first and with a small yelp as she lost her grip and with it, her dignity as she fell into a woman’s rather ample chest.

    “Watch where you’re going. You ain’t my type, sweetie.” The woman gave her a shove and walked on.

    “Sorry,” she mumbled.

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  22. Making your mind up.

    Soft hands. Pale long fingers. Rounded almond shaped nails.
    Each Friday he day dreamed at work she’d reach out to touch him as he stood at the counter.
    Deft she wrapped the parcel.
    His stomach turned over.
    Tonight she wore a new ring on her third finger.
    Not his ring.
    The gold shimmered, reflecting light from the bulb above, taunting him.
    Someone had claimed her before he’d grown the courage to ask her name.
    She raised her head and handed over his fish and chip supper.
    Wrong hand!
    “Thanks, love. I’m Jack. Would you fancy a coffee with me later?”

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    1. They need a like button. Haha. I keep going for the like. Shimmering gold and fish and chips. And the old wrong hand move. Haha

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    2. Yes, a bit of poetic license as she'd have to have a blue plaster over it thanks to health and safety but that would have decimated the moment. :-)

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    3. I love that line, "someone claimed her before he'd grown the courage." Nice!

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  23. It is fun. And great practice. It's been a while. I'm going to have to speed mine up. Lol. Do people still lol? Just wondered.

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    1. I always lol. But I'm no trend-setter.

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  24. Flash fiction is an excellent way to practice writing succinctly. Plus it's a lot of fun to read!

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  25. Soar

    She pulled her hand back, her fingers dragging slowly over the linen tablecloth. Ross lifted his gaze from the defeated gesture. The look on her face drove him to his feet.

    “What is it?” Peters asked, instantly on alert.

    Ross didn’t have time to explain. She was leaving, already near the door, her purse and shawl forgotten at the table. Navigating the close set tables as nimbly as his massive frame would allow, he collected her things and followed. A shimmer of green disappeared behind the brick building at the corner of the block as he burst onto the street.

    DawnMarie Richards … cultivating a sexy mind.
    www.dawnmarierichards.com

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  26. Shore Feels Delicious

    “Is it?”

    She’d come close enough that Ken could’ve reached out and stroked a hand down that lush body of hers, and he almost did so just to see if she was real.

    “Go ahead,” she almost purred. “You know you want to.”

    “Listen, lady, I don’t know what your game is but—”

    “Game? There is no game. You rescued me and now I’m your responsibility. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

    Ken looked around, convinced that any minute now Flipper or someone else would leap out and scream, “Gotcha!” This had to be an elaborate joke, didn’t it?

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    1. The plot not only thickens, it get's lumpy. Haha.

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    2. Aha. A lady with a game. A player. Better.

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  27. Some great flashing going on.

    Got a pitcher of margaritas here. Who ordered those.

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    1. Me! Send them down here. This is great practice and has given me a fabulous idea for a story. I'm going to try to get one more segment done but I have to go to work soon. It's been great reading everyone's stories.

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    2. Soon as Fernando get's back. He went out in the parking lot with Annette. Something about him checking her tires or washing her windshield. Anyway. Soon as he gets back.

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    3. That was supposed to be our little secret, Roscoe.

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    4. Hey, you forgot the wink... you know, the ... this is a secret wink.

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    5. Ohhhhh, the wink! Dang it!

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  28. An Encounter in Time (part 2)

    Who did he think he was, staring at her, like she was some common woman? No one dared ogle royalty and certainly not with such wicked intent. His thoughts were wicked, she saw that the moment she met his gaze. She tried to keep the haughty, expressionless look she was required to always present, but the pure, animal desire radiating from this hot man sent a rush of warmth to places that hadn't felt heat for years. Between her legs and worse, to that deep part of her heart that stayed solidly, intentionally frozen. Don't look, don't smile. Too late.

    Naomi Bellina
    Provocative tales of love, lust, passion and magic
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    1. Ooooo. I like that line about the heart especially.

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    2. The heart is good. The heart is always good. But I think His thoughts were wicked... kinda grabs your attention. Wicked is better than good. EG.

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  29. When He Dared

    And when she looked up he was gone.

    So much for her silly thoughts of what could have been. Tuning back into the show at hand she dashed for the doors and the platform beyond. Just as she cleared the gaping maw as it closed she stopped and yelped.

    “My purse!” She turned and yelled at the now rolling subway car, “My purse! Where’s my purse!”

    But no one reacted.

    She glanced around the platform looking for someone running away or an officer to report the theft to.

    “That rat bastard,” She said heading for the exit, cursing herself for being careless.

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  30. Cue the orchestra, which has been warming up in the wings.

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    1. Orchestra? Wait, what did you and Fernando do out there? I mean, I won't tell... I promise

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    2. We made beautiful music together. Okay, that was ridiculously cliche, but you get the picture.

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    3. But let me tell you, it was inspiring.

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    4. Sure. We all got the picture. I guess you didn't notice the security cameras in the parking lot.

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    5. Cameras? There were cameras? Uh oh.

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    6. Not only cameras... there's a VHS looping... you know, just sayin'. Haha

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  31. Shore Feels Delicious

    She was so close now he could feel her breath in his face. It smelled kind of...fishy? He wrinkled his nose and she clapped her hand over her mouth in a self-conscious gesture.

    He looked into her eyes, which were as emerald green as the waters off Nassau in the Bahamas.

    “What’s your name?” Ken asked.

    “Portia.”

    “Where are you from?”

    She let out an impatient huff. “The Gulf of Mexico. Honestly, are we back to this?”

    “Cut the crap, okay? This is a secure facility and you’re trespassing. So I want some straight answers, and I want them now.”

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  32. When He Dared

    She didn’t know what rat bastard she might be referring to but she was sure that whatever rat bastard it was he deserved much more than just a good cursing. One last glance around and she trudged for the exit where there was usually a policeman standing around.

    And Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Handsome was gone as well.

    Almost to the exit, reaching for the turnstile, she jumped when someone grabbed her arm and tugged. Her panic renewed she batted at her assailant and nearly yelled, “Get off me! Get away! Stop--”

    “Here. I got it back. She almost got away.”

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  33. Plumbing the depths.

    “Jacey, another problem?”
    She nodded, offering him a smile she hoped was slick. “This place is so old. The plumbing’s a horror.”
    “But this is the third time this week. I checked the entire kitchen.”
    She shrugged her shoulders. His gaze lingered just where she wanted. “It’s not the kitchen. It’s at the top of the stairs.”
    “Through the wall?”
    She nodded.
    “This won’t do.”
    “Why?”
    He reached for her and brushed his warm lips against her throat. “You haven’t hidden the buckets. I know you’ve been soaking the walls.”
    “Do you mind?”
    “No. But I’m not logging this job.”

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    1. I can't let this go by without, ah, noticing the title. So does he charge union rates?

      We have a social services board at the back of the bar. He can put his business card up there. I would suspect plumbing is a, well, highly sought after skill in this area.

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    2. You are quite right. Finding a skilled plumber can be a nightmare. I'm sure this guy would be happy to leave his card. :-)

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    3. So you, ah, well, highly recommend him I take it.

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  34. Where'd Naomi and Kayelle go?

    Did someone see them leave with the twins?

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    1. They gave me the secret wink and then disappeared out the door, headed in the direction of the parking lot.

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    2. Great. Let me get this up on the big screen TV.

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  35. When He Dared

    “What?” She paused, took a closer look at the man, then saw her purse dangling from his hand. “Oh. You got it back. But--”

    “It was the lady. You know, the one with the big… Anyway, I think she was working with some guy that tripped you.”

    “But how did you see all that? You weren’t even…” She blushed and changed directions. “Anyway, I really appreciate it. I… well… “

    He relinquished her purse and that’s when she noticed his tie. Crumpled with a big pull down the front. Clearly the woman had put up a fight.

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  36. Soar

    He heard her before he saw her, breathy sobs echoing from an alley on his right. As he turned into the narrow space, three men separated themselves from the shadows at the opposite end and started toward her huddled form. Quickening his pace, he approached her silently, pulling her from the filthy wall into his arms.

    Even handicapped by the small clutch and fringed wrap he gripped in one hand, he subdued her easily, winching her along his body, his parceled fist in the small of her back. With his free hand, he tipped her face to his.

    DawnMarie Richards … cultivating a sexy mind.
    www.dawnmarierichards.com

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    1. And then what happened? Sorry, I got carried away by your story, DawnMarie.

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    2. And Dawn is back with a vengeance.....

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  37. When He Dared

    “Oh. Your tie.” She placed her hand on his tie and ran it down his chest pressing lightly. She felt a small thrill at all the ridges she found as she got closer to his belt. “It’s ruined. That awful lady.”

    “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got more.”

    “Awful ladies?”

    When she looked up he blushed. “No. Ties.”

    “Oh.” She let her hand drop and quipped shamelessly. “So you only have good ladies.”

    “No. Yes. No. I don’t--”

    “Like ladies?”

    “Of course I like ladies. I like all kinds of ladies.”

    “I see. So you have a bunch of ladies.”

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  38. Shore Feels Delicious

    Instead of answering, she waded over to the ladder and climbed from the pool. She walked over to a row of wet suits hanging in a row along the east wall of the rehab unit. She turned, her expression quizzical.

    “Are these like a second skin?” she asked. “I notice everyone wears one when they get in the water.”

    “Are you telling me you’ve never seen a wet suit before?”

    “Of course I’ve seen one. But I didn’t know what they were called.” She reached out and fingered the neoprene. “And this keeps you warm when you’re in the water?”

    www.AnnetteMardis.com

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  39. When He Dared

    “Of course I don’t have a bunch--”

    “But you said,” She chanced a small step closer. “That you liked all kinds of ladies. I mean, how else could you know that if you didn’t have the, well, experience to back it up?”

    “I do have.” He shifted uncomfortably on his feet and she smiled. Realizing what he’d said he rushed to correct himself. “No. I don’t have. I mean. I have had. In the past. I’ve known a lot… I mean, several very nice ladies. You know. In my life.”

    “Wow.” She feigned shock. “So you always go around bragging about all your conquests?”

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  40. Shore Feels Right

    He decided to play along. She could be dangerous, after all, although she certainly couldn’t be hiding a weapon. And she seemed very comfortable with her nakedness, almost as if she was used to going without clothing.

    Maybe she came from that nudist resort that just opened on the outskirts of Gulf Shore. Yeah, that had to be it. This was some sort of publicity stunt.

    But if that was the case, why the aquarium’s hospital wing, of all places? This was a restricted area, open to staff and volunteers only. Not the sort of venue to attract maximum attention.

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    1. Oops, that should be Shore Feels Delicious. Looks like I Shore Am Confused.

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    2. Delicious sounds about, ah, right to me. It's all good.

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  41. When He Dared

    His reaction was delightful. Almost as delightful as his smile.
    “No--What? No. Wait. You mean sex?” He ran his hand down his tie and started looking around. “I never--”

    “You’re a virgin? Really? Of course, that makes sense. They always say virgins talk about sex more than, well, you know. Those of us that--”

    His face clouded over, he stepped back and practically yelled at the top of his voice, “I’m not a virgin!”

    Several people rushing past them stopped, stared, and moved on. She nearly laughed. But touched his arm instead and said, “I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away over getting my purse back. Maybe we can start again. My name’s Molly.”

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  42. Shore Feels Delicious

    “Listen, that one to your right looks to be about your size,” Ken noted. “Why don’t you slip it on and see how it feels?”

    “You wouldn’t mind?”

    He’d definitely piqued her interest, although he didn’t understand why. But hey, anything to keep her occupied until he could call the police. Or the psyche ward. Or a news crew. Or maybe the guys on his softball team. They’d never believe this.

    “No, go right ahead. Not that I don’t enjoy looking at that incredible body of yours. But I think you’ve put on enough of a show for one night.”

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    1. Wait. Now that sounds like a line to me... Why don't you slip it on and see how it, well, feels...

      She going to fall for that one? EG

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    2. She's a little, well, naive.

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    3. "... the guys on his softball team." COL'ed on that one (Chuckled Out Loud).

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  43. Belle in Arms

    “I am not enlisting until I know you can take care of yourself. There won’t be many men left in LaGrange. We’re all answering the call.”
    Joy’s bottom lip trembled dishonoring her name. She gripped the musket tighter. He wiped a tear out of her eye. While he was planning on teaching all the ladies in town how to shoot, he was most concerned about Joy.
    “Try again.”
    She raised the loaded musket to her shoulder. Pressed up against her, her backside warming his chest, was far than proper and he tingled. She fired blindly but safely into the trees.

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  44. I have to hop away for a bit but I'll be back. Haley and Roscoe, keep the party rolling.

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  45. When He Dared

    At first she thought he wasn’t going to answer. Stoic, staring at the crazy woman that had him yelling about his sexual status in a subway, he finally took her offer hand and replied, “Dodge. Well. My friends call me Dodge. My name’s really, well,” he blushed again, “Edgar.”

    She nearly asked if his last name was Poe and if there was a raven in his life but clearly she had him flustered and she didn’t want to scare him off. “Okay, Dodge. Is this your stop?”

    His relief was palpable. He smiled and said, “Actually, no. But when that kid grabbed your purse I couldn’t just stand there and let him get away with it.”

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  46. This is my last one for the evening. I've enjoyed reading all the posts. I hope you enjoy this one.

    Her choice.


    She leaned forward at the table. “The land is documented as mine.”
    His eyes glittered and he smiled. “The latest Winchester edict states such a grant is not worth a groat. I won’t have good land left fallow, nor the law discharged at the whim of a woman who spends her days collecting weeds. You know my offer. Accept it.”
    She clenched her hands until she gouged flesh and shook her head. “It’s not fallow. They are herbs I use for medicines.”
    “Leechcraft or witchcraft? Will you forfeit freedom for yon dirt patch when things could be simpler? Accept me.”


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  47. Soar

    She kept her gaze somewhere near the knot in his tie. Glancing over the top of her head, he saw the triple threat continued to advance on them. As tightly as he held her, she managed to struggle, the undulations of her tiny body against his setting off a torrent of sensations which funneled to his groin. He needed to get her attention—fast—for both their sakes.

    A profound silence enveloped them the moment he pressed his lips to hers, the harmonized beating of their hearts the only sound. She gripped his shirt front and then went utterly still.

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  48. So, does this shindig have an end time? Or am I to be shackled to my laptop for the whole day ... because I'm not sure I can stop on my own!

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  49. Haha. I'll be here until 2pm eastern. The thread is open all day. I'll check back later this evening to see how things are going. I'm pretty sure people will be in and out all day.

    No shackles. We prefer, ah, leather strips and silk ties.

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  50. "... in and out all day," sounds good to me!

    I'm out (for now).

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  51. Belle in Arms

    The next time Joy shot the musket she hit a target albeit not where she had intended. A blackbird fell out of the sky and she screamed, face pale.

    The doctor took the musket out of her shaking hands. “I’m afraid death cannot be avoided.”
    “Whose death?” Her head tilted back, she peered into his smoky gray eyes.

    “I’ll be working in the hospitals not on the field.” His words failed to soothe her.

    She leaned against him, all her strength gone. His hand stroked her hair and she smiled.
    “Don’t go, Michael. I need you more than the Confederacy.”

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  52. At the Starbucks.

    "Oh, sugar!" As Patty tried to add cream to her coffee, she spilled the whole lot down the front of her skirt.
    The hot barrista, the one she'd lusted over for a year, dashed over. "Did you burn yourself?"
    She gulped, taking in his full lips. Oh, she burned all right. "I'm okay, thanks."
    He grasped her hands and dabbed at the drips there, his gaze pinned on her face. "Soft."
    "Pardon?"
    His lips twitched. "Your skin. I always wondered how soft it was. Now I know."

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  53. When He Dared

    “So I guess you need to get back on?” She didn’t want to overplay her hand but she allowed the slightest of pouts. “And I think I owe you a tie, Dodge.”

    “That’s okay. Glad to help. Hope you stay safe the rest of the way home.”

    She didn’t know what to do. Clearly she’d come on a little strong with her banter. At the same time she didn’t want him to go away. But he was already turning away. So she did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed her ankle and managed a tear as she hopped around on one foot.

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  54. When He Dared

    Shameless and she knew it. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Her hand shot out and she latched onto his arm again. This time holding on for dear life.

    “You okay?”

    She loved the concern in his voice, the way he raised his hand to steady her.

    “Sure. I’m fine. You go on. I’m sure you need to get home to your family. Wife. Whatever. Just that kid, when he tripped me--” She hoped the tears weren’t over the top.

    “No. I insist. Let me help you up the stairs and get you in a… how far away do you live

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  55. Part of that didn't come out right...

    “No. I insist. Let me help you up the stairs and get you in a… how far away do you live?”

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  56. Burning Up the Pages

    Jay couldn’t believe it when he saw two of the books he’d written sitting on Doug’s bookshelf. Men didn’t typically read gay romance unless they were gay.

    Doug entered the apartment smelling like ashes. At first he was shocked the man hadn’t showered at the station, but the firefighter smelled manly and addicting.

    “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.”

    “Working on it.” Although he could picture them both being more comfortable sharing Doug’s bedroom.

    “Long day?”

    “Yeah, two more kitchen fires. Stupid holiday season.”

    Their eyes met and he then he raked Doug’s muscular form.

    Doug blushed and coughed. “Hungry?”

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  57. Shore Feels Delicious

    “Show? Is that what you think this is?” Portia appeared affronted, as if women walked around naked in here all the time.

    “What would you call it then?”

    “How about getting acquainted. If we’re going to be a couple, shouldn’t we get to know each other?”

    “A couple? What kind of delusion are you under? Listen, this has been fun and all but I have work to do. Flipper will be back any minute with another dose of Pedialyte to give the dolphin, and she put up quite a struggle the last time.”

    “I hate that stuff. It tastes awful.”

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  58. And as long as this is flash fiction and not hot flashes, I'm all for it.

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  59. Lawfully Wedded

    “After being trapped in the cabin all night due to the storm your uncle will demand we marry, I’m sure.”

    “You sound upset about that,” Marie noted. “I didn’t mean for—”

    “I know. I’m not blaming you for the storm. Being a marshal, never saw myself as getting married.”

    “I could handle the ridicule. I don’t wanted you to feel pressured.”

    He shook his head. “I’m a man of honor. I’ll save your reputation.”

    His gaze dropped from her blue eyes to her full lips, dreaming about a kiss. He snagged himself a pretty piece of calico under the circumstances.

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  60. A pretty piece of calico. Nice.

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  61. When He Dared

    She hobbled and hopped as, his arm around her back, his fingers spread across her side, he helped her through the turnstile and up the escalator.

    The wool from his suit, his nicely pressed shirt, and something light and breezy on his neck, he smelled nice. And when they got to the concrete stairs that went to the street she had to stifle a giggle when he whisked her into his arms and carried instead of leaving her to hop.

    She was actually starting to feel bad when they arrived at the sidewalk. Just not bad enough to stop him.

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  62. Shore Feels Delicious

    “When did you ta—”

    She cut him off with a glare.

    “Okay, fine. What else are we supposed to give you for hydration and nourishment?” Were they really having this conversation? He was as big a fruitcake as she was, apparently.

    “I get all the fresh liquid I need from the fish I eat,” Portia replied. “Sticking a tube down my throat is not my idea of fun, let me assure you.”

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  63. When He Dared

    “Which way?”

    He still hadn’t put her down and people were starting to notice. But people noticing really didn’t bother her so she snuggled her head on his shoulder and point.

    “I have a confession to make.”

    They passed Mr. Chen’s fruit market and she waved when Mrs. Chen smiled her way from behind a stack of oranges. “Really? Oh my. Sounds serious.”

    “I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

    She stopped looking at Mrs. Chen and almost fell out of his arms. Gay? He stole my purse? Wife? Girlfriend? None of the options sounded good.



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  64. Belle in Arms

    He rested the musket against a tree trunk and put his hands on Joy’s shoulders. “I’d kiss you right now until you were breathless,” he whispered and she shivered. His attention swept to the veranda porch where her mother watched them. “Alas, we have company.”

    Color had returned to her cheeks, but the light had not returned to her eyes. He hated to see her sad. “I can’t choose between you and my country, Joy. Please don’t make me.”

    Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and his cock stirred.

    She sighed. “I know that wouldn’t be fair of me.”

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  65. When He Dared

    Fortunately they were almost at the stoop of her building and she could stop acting like a silly ninny and escape into her apartment.

    “Right up there. Double door. Blue.” She pointed and he dutifully marched on. When they arrived he even carried her up the five steps and planted her gently in front of her door.

    “What floor do you live on? I can carry you--”

    She didn’t care what floor she lived on, she was more occupied with feeling stupid. The man had recovered her stolen purse and his tie had taken a beating in the process.

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  66. Shore Feels Delicious

    "Then how about next time you don't fight us?"

    "I'll consider it." She appeared to think that over for a moment. "On second thought, I did rather enjoy having your hands all over me. The other guy, not so much."

    "Which other guy?"

    "The one who looks like a surfer dude."

    "Flipper? Why don't you like him?"

    "Flipper?" Portia rolled her eyes. "What kind of name is that for a grown man?"

    "His real name's Paul O'Reilly. He's our head dolphin trainer, so everybody calls him Flipper."

    Portia barked out a harsh laugh. "Dolphin trainer? Seriously? That's just so wrong."

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  67. Belle in Arms

    “But I want more…” Her thoughts dangled in the air unspoken and he wished he could read her mind. What did more mean?

    A lump sprouted in his throat and his heart beat wildly.

    “We’ve known each other a long time. I know we haven’t been courting that long, but I want you.”

    He blinked surprised by her brazenness.

    To hell with her mother, he swept her to him and claimed her sweet lips, ravishing her mouth. Her bosom crushed against his chest and he moaned. He’d remember this moment on many of the lonely nights ahead.

    “Wait for me?”

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  68. Well... she realizes she's running out of time.

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  70. When He Dared

    “Well, Dodge. It was nice of you.” She touched her hair, looked into his eyes, and thought briefly about the block and a half she’d spent in his arms as he’d carried her all the way to her front door. “Thanks so--”

    “Wait. You don’t want to hear my confession?”

    “So we’re dropping the sex and talking about religion now?” Her joke fell flat and he stared, a look of anticipation in his eyes. “Sure. Why not?”

    “I don’t live up the line.”

    “You don’t?” She just wanted him to get it over with. Before he asked for her confession. Which wasn’t going to happen.

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  71. Flashing has been fun but I've got to get busy doing other things. I might pop back in later.

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  72. When He Dared

    “I don’t live anywhere around here. In fact, I left my car in a parking garage back on 43rd where you got on the subway.”

    Now he was starting to creep her out. But he would wonder if she just turned and ran into her building. Well, she thought, he’d wonder if he wasn’t the stalker and serial killer she was visualizing. With a subtle step toward her door she dug in her purse and said, “You don’t? How odd. Well, I guess--”

    “Wait. I have to tell you.”

    She dangled her keys and waited. Of all the stupid stunts, she thought.

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  73. Finder's Fee

    A feminine little grunt caught Lucas’s ear and he couldn't help but turn his head to locate the source of the provocative sound. It seemed to have originated from a brunette woman at the far end of the thrift store showcase counter. She was struggling to lift a battered-looking guitar amplifier into her shopping cart. He was surprised a sophisticated woman wearing sleek trousers and a fuzzy cashmere sweater would have emitted such an earthy sound. Or would be buying rock-n-roll gear in a second hand store of all places. She looked like she should be lunching at a five-star restaurant.

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  74. When He Dared

    She dangled her keys and waited. Of all the stupid stunts, she thought. She had to pick the guy that rode the subway looking for victims. But he was smiling and seemed to be anticipating her invitation to go on. “So you don’t live around here. Let me guess. You live in the other direction and went the wrong way by mistake.”

    “Naw.” He laughed. And in spite of the worse thing she could imagine being true, she couldn’t help smile. He was certainly easy to look at for a serial killer. “I was standing in the parking garage waiting to get my car--”

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  75. When He Dared

    “Wait. You have a car? What were you doing--”

    “That’s what I’m trying to tell you.” His face was lit up with a smile and his eyes were twinkling. If this was a serial killer she was toast because she was dying to know what he wanted to tell her. “Anyway, I was with Fred. Preston. We work at that beg office building on the corner.”

    “Where all those lawyers work?”

    “Right. So, anyway, Fred… we’re both lawyers. I do criminal. He does divorce.”

    “Okay. So you were waiting for your car….”

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  76. Girl Walks Into a Bar

    Mark looked up at the sound of rain.

    A girl sat at the bar in a torn pink dress, dirt smudging her elbows and her hem. Her hair was an unholy mess. She pulled long pins from it, dropping them carelessly on the floor.

    Pop. Pop. Pop.

    Not rain, then. Metal.

    A hundred pins scattered around her muddied feet, her hair fell down her back in shining copper waves. She coaxed out the knots with her fingers until Maurice brought her a glass of brandy. This was a workman’s tavern and women were not often permitted inside.

    Who was she?

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  77. When He Dared

    “Yeah. We both work in the tall building--”

    Now she didn’t just want to know, she had to know. “Right, I got that.”

    “Yeah. So Fred, he sees me watching you head for the subway.” He shuffled his feet, shifted his weight, and finally went on. “So he’s the reason I’m here.”

    Wham, bam, thank you ma’am. Clearly Dodge thought he was finished. She considered his words, looked at the stupid puppy dog expression on his face, and finally confessed, “My older brother always called me stupid when we were growing up. So just call me stupid.”

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  78. Finder's Fee (2)

    The amplifier made a terrible screeching sound as she tugged it her way over the glass countertop and before he could step forward to offer assistance, the store clerk tasked with running the register rushed up, hands out to grab at the equipment.
    “Ma’am, you can’t take that.”
    The brunette blinked her big brown eyes. She had smooth cheeks, pale rose lips and didn’t look like she was wearing any makeup, which meant she used expensive stuff. “Isn’t it for sale? The tag says thirty-five dollars.”
    Lucas tore his gaze away from her face and spared the amp a glance

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  79. When He Dared

    “Don’t you get it? He’s the one that did it.”

    The guy was so happy she hated to mess up his moment but she just didn’t get it, as he’d said. “I’m sorry, Dodge. But this seems to be a little above my pay grade. What am I getting?”

    “Fred. Every time he’d catch me watching you walk to the subway he’d say the same thing.”

    “Every time? How many times have you watched me walk to the subway?”

    He scratched his head and pulled on his tie. “Two years, at least.”

    “Two years?” She was flabbergasted.

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  80. When He Dared

    “Okay. Maybe not two years. Maybe it was a year, eleven months, two weeks, and today. Something like that.”

    “But--”

    “And every time I’d Fred would catch me staring like some idiot, he’d say the same thing. And that’s what happened today and, well, here I am!”

    “Here you are.” She laughed along with him and was considering the possibility the man was completely nuts when he went on.

    “Yes! Here I am.” His expression suddenly changed and he leaned close, causing her to lean away slightly. His words came out in an intimate whisper. “So today when he dared me--”

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  81. Finder's Fee (3)

    It was a Yamaha 50 watt, coated with grime, and probably broken. Why would a lady want such a thing? Did she moonlight as a grunge bassist when she wasn’t at a charity fundraiser?
    “It’s for sale, sure. But you can’t take it with you.” The clerk screwed her mouth up into a contrary tilt. Lucas had dealt with this employee before. She tended to mix up the sale ticket colors and always forgot to remove the dye tags.
    “You have to pay for it at the register if you want it. They can hold it for you.” Lucas joined in the conversation and the woman looked at him, her well-manicured hand still possessively clutching at the amplifier.

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  82. When He Dared

    “He dared you?” She took a step back. “Dared you to what?”

    His goofy grin was back and he started babbling. “Fred just does that. We went to Harvard together. He’s been daring me all my life. That’s just how he is. He just likes to dare me and see what I’ll do. And today he dared me again. He does that every time he sees me watching you--”

    “Dodge.” From fear, the intrigue, to pity. What would possibly follow? She stepped back in, touched his hand, which seemed to calm him down, and went on, “So what is it that Fred always dares you to do when he sees you staring at me?”

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  83. When He Dared

    “Oh. Yeah. I guess that would make more sense.” She watched his eyes when he stopped talking. He seemed to be contemplating something. Which, she thought, might be a good thing. Getting his words in order so she could finally say goodbye and get inside. “Look. I don’t know how to say it other than to just say it.”

    “Works for me.” She smiled real big and waited.

    “Would you like to have dinner with me this Friday night?”

    She stared at him trying to figure out what had just happened. And he stared back, his expression bordering on hangdog.

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  84. Finder's Fee (4)

    “What if someone else sees it and buys it?”
    “Chance you take, honey.” The clerk wrapped her fingers around the electrical cord, determined to keep the amp at the showcase in full compliance with store policy.
    “Or you could buy it right now. I’ll help you carry it to your car.” Lucas couldn't help but smile at her as she considered his chivalry. She opened her mouth as if to speak but remained silent for a beat too long, her whisky-colored eyes never veering from his. A warm tickle went up his back as he took in her level regard.
    “Thank you, I’d appreciate the help.”

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  85. When He Dared

    Finally she said, “Wait. So you’ve been watching me walk to the subway for nearly two year.”

    “Yes.”

    “And you and your friend…”

    “Fred.”

    “Would, on occasion, discuss my walk to the subway…”

    “Yes.”

    “And he’d dare you to… “ She stopped, trying not to laugh, because clearly this guy, Dodge, was dead serious. “To ask me out on a date?”

    Suddenly a look of realization crossed his face and a frown surfaced. “It sounds stupid when you put it that way. And it is stupid. This is stupid. I’m stupid.”

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  86. Girl Walks Into a Bar

    Undeterred by the wall of hairpins that surrounded her feet, Mark took the stool beside her at the bar. She was younger than he’d first guessed, with skin so pale and fine he wondered if she’d ever seen the sun at all.

    She sipped the brandy with her eyes closed, and her face relaxed into a such an expression of pleasure that he almost envied the drink for causing it.

    As she finished it with a single long gulp and a contented sigh, Mark knew.

    He could do better.

    “You’re lovely, you are,” he said. “May I buy you another?”

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  87. Finder's Fee (5)

    With that, she again tried to pick up the Yamaha to carry it to the register, but struggled, clearly trying not to touch much of the dirty piece of equipment. Lucas reached and gently extricated it from her grasp, easily lifting it and making his way to the check out where the clerk waited, an unhappy expression pulling all the lines in her tanned face toward the cracked linoleum floor. This was the second-best thrift store in Marfield, Ohio and everything from the buzzing fluorescent light fixtures overhead to the scratched glass in the display cases was showing its age.

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  88. When He Dared

    When he turned to leave, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Hang on there, Mr. Lawyer. You don’t get off that easy.”

    “I shouldn’t have done it.”

    “Wait.” She raised her hand and waved him quiet. “Here’s what I don’t get. You’re a lawyer.”

    “Yes.”

    “You went to Harvard. Law I assume.”

    “Yes.”

    “You’re not some weirdo stalker.”

    “No. Never. I just--I just--”

    She pulled him in close, looked him right in the eyes, and said, “You just what, buster?”

    He looked from one side to the other, then finally settled on her. “Something happens every time I see you. Fred says I dumb up. I don’t know what it is. I’ve never had this problem before in my life. I swear. All the other women…” His voice trailed off after he realized the conversation wasn’t really going where he wanted it to go.

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  89. Off to fix supper of steamed broccoli, seared swai and mushroom saute. It's been fun flashing and if I can, I'll post more tonight!

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  90. Shore Feels Delicious

    "Oh, geez. Don't tell me you're one of those animal activist types who's against keeping dolphins in human care."

    "Human care? That's a good one. Spare me your buzzwords, buddy."

    "Listen, I've had just about enough--"

    "I'm sorry. I don't mean to argue. It's just that you humans are so ridiculous the way you see the world. Do you really think dolphins do anything because you train us to do it? We're just humoring you."

    "Is that so? Flipper will be delighted to hear that, I'm sure."

    "And I'll be glad to tell him as soon as he comes back."

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  91. When He Dared

    When he looked down at the patch of concrete they were standing on she said in a teasing voice, “There you go bragging on all those other women again.”

    He looked up, smiled sheepishly, but didn’t invade the four inches of space between them.

    She leaned in to give him a small kiss on the lips but he beat her to it. And it wasn’t small. When she brought her arms up, he wrapped her tight and pulled her close. When their kiss finally broke, she whispered, “So just the sight of me makes you dumb.”

    “Not really dumb. That’s what Fred calls it. But I--”

    She crossed his lips with her finger and whispered back, “That could be a problem if we have a second date. I mean, I might be stuck talking to myself all night.”

    He laughed and said, “Not that kind of dumb. We can talk about anything you want. I mean, I’m really not dumb--”

    “Shut up, you fool. Who cares if we talk or not. Just kiss me.”

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  92. Now that Annette brought the twins back we can get the stage show going... wait.. what, Tim? Worn out? You did what? Get outta here. That isn't even physically possible. Haha

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  93. Oh, and that's my flash. Buttoned up and ready to go. Gotta love flash.

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  94. She glanced up, startled to find him sitting beside her. Her eyes were soft and grey as smoke. He wondered what they saw as she looked him over, taking in every inch of him from his scuffed boots to the hat in his hands. Carpenter, thirtyish, decent body, needs a wash?

    As her eyes met his again, he caught a flash of something altogether sharper in them.

    Steel.

    “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said with appreciation.

    “I like you.” He laughed, signaling the barman. “I’m Mark.”

    She bit her lip gently, caught between a thought and a smile. “Jane.”

    *

    ...and I’m going to stop there for today! These characters appear in Tyburn and are major players in the Southwark Saga, so check it out for more from Mark and Jane: www.authorjessicacale.com

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