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Here’s a bit of flash fiction for the season. It’s called Dasher and Dancer:
Dasher and Dancer
“Dude, hurry up. Time’s a’wastin’,” Rudy said.
Slamming the locker door, the other man tossed his used towel into the hamper. “I’m ready.”
“It’s about time, Dasher. We’re going to be late.”
“Why do you insist on calling me Dasher?”
“You’re the only guy I know who can run the fifty yard dash that fast. The name fits.” Rudy clapped him on the back. “I want you to meet that girl I told you about. She’s just your type. All doe-eyed and brown hair.”
“Then let’s get to that vixen’s party.”
“You don’t like me calling you Dasher but you always call my girlfriend Vixen.”
“Like you said, it fits.” The man referred to as Dasher led the way out of the gym and to the parking lot.
Soon, they arrived at the party. The house was decorated with enough lights to illuminate a small Middle Eastern village.
“I’d hate to be the one to pay your gal’s January power bill.” Dasher rang the doorbell.
“Yeah. I’m glad it’s her nickel and not mine.”
Once they were inside, Dasher glanced around at the crowd. Spying a gorgeous girl near the punch bowl, he turned to Rudy. “Who’s that chick over there with the brown hair rocking around the Christmas tree?”
“We call her Dancer since she’s always boogieing. She’s the one I wanted you to meet.”
“Then lead on.” Dasher followed Rudy across the room to the table laden with cookies, fudge and other sweets. There was one plate of vegetables arranged in the shape of a wreath with lettuce in a circle with tiny tomatoes and kale arranged as holly and another with broccoli, carrots and cauliflower shaped like a Christmas tree.
Glad to see at least one or two healthy foods since he had to keep in running shape, Dasher decided to ignore the snacks for the moment and concentrate on the girl. She really was pretty.
Rudy tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned to face them, Dasher sucked in a breath. Up close, she was absolutely stunning. And doe-eyed for sure. He held out his hand as Rudy introduced them.
When she clasped his, hers was so cool and smooth it was all he could do not to put it to his lips and kiss it as if he were from another age or another country.
“Since you’re called Dancer, would you like to dance with me?” Dasher asked.
“I’d love to.”
He was glad the band played a slow song next. That way, he didn’t have to let go of her hand.
Leading her to the area cleared for dancing, Dasher spun Dancer around the room and stared into those beautiful eyes.
As the song, Silver Bells, continued, Dancer hummed along. They moved in unison. Dasher realized she was the perfect Christmas gift for him.
He liked to dash, she liked to dance and they fit together perfectly. Both clearly loved Christmas music. They were meant to be.
THE END… OR…THE BEGINNING…
Here’s a poster I made for Rex, the Ex and the Hex. It comes out July 9 and it is such a fun story. If I do say so myself. I at least at my editor laughing. LOL
I’ve recently returned from Paris and one day as I was eating my jambon and fromage omelette with fries (that’s ham and cheese for you English speakers) and sipping a beer for medicinal purposes, this little bee decided to keep me company. If you’ve ever walked on cobblestone streets for days you’ll know what I mean when I say you need a beer for medicinal purposes. It numbs your poor ole feet pretty well. Keep that in mind if you travel to Europe. It works.
Anyway, this bee was really jonesing for some of my beer so when there was a smidge left, I let him in the glass. He had a grand time sucking up the suds. In fact, he couldn’t seem to stop and he needed some assistance in getting himself out of the glass. Of course, once he was out, he lolled around on my plate in a stupor. Do you think he was drinking for medicinal purposes, too? Were his little feet aching like my big ones? I think I found a soul- or is that sole- mate?
I’ve bitten the bullet and started a young adult novel. I’m only about 1600 words in and so far, I’m loving it. I’m not entirely sure what the plot is or how it will pan out but it’s been a wonderful couple of days of a bit of writing here and there on it.
I sometimes use my writing to work thorough angst I’ve had in my life and this little story started as one of those kinds of excercises. It has now taken on a life of its own as my stories are prone to do. I love it.
My working title is Here There be Witches. It cracks me up and I guess that’s a good thing, right?
Today is release day for Jillian Chantal for a beach short story. Check it out here.
My son graduated from high school on Monday and that was wonderful. My other son is in the US for two weeks and even though I won’t get to see him until Monday, the 11th, just knowing he’s on the same side of the Atlantic Ocean as me makes me happy. The kid that graduated made a mad dash down to Orlando the day after the ceremony to see Bon Iver in concert. His first trip with just him and a buddy and it went very well.
Tomorrow, we have family both from my husband’s side and my own extended family from north Alabama as well as friends descending on our house for a pool party and BBQ in honor of the graduate. Sadly, his brother won’t be able to make it. I hate that he’s not going to get to see some of his family he hasn’t seen in a long time but he’s spending one week of his time in the US at his future in-laws’ house.
I’m a bit fretful since I haven’t cooked a thing since I ordered all the food, but what if they forget? EEP. Lots of people and no food will be a disaster. And oh yeah, that prediction about rain all day? Yeah, that. Well, I’m fretting a mite about that, too. A pool party in the rain is not good. As my dad always says, “Someone might get wet.”
The most dangerous thing I’ve done for fun is skydiving. It was truly one of the most awesome experiences of my life. I absolutely had a blast. I would be so ready to go again!!
Right after I did it, the friend that I went with landed wrong and broke his pelvis. He was immobile for several months so I decided maybe that was a warning to the klutz in me that perhaps I shouldn’t get addicted to this particular sport. But, man, it was awesome – especially the free fall part!