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I have three stories at the editors which are slated for release in January, in time for Valentine's Day. Following last Saturday's format, I'm simply going to post a story line from each.
Book 1 (The Best-Dressed Series)Kirsten became more and more conscious of how low she’d sunk the closer to her car they came. Ludwig’s car was, of course, very nice. But then his taste in everything from toilet paper to clothing was very nice.
In comparison, her soiled dress, disheveled appearance, and banged-up auto made her quite the bum. Knowing where she lived and how empty it was didn’t help either. She spent the greater portion of the ride staring out the window. Though her fortunes were looking up, she didn’t have any hope of ever having a relationship with someone as put-together as Ludwig Fabrinni.
“I can’t believe I came back.”
Ian glanced up from retying his shoelaces into the gentle gaze of Allison Hoff. “That’s the first positive step,” he replied. “Returning.”
She smiled, and it lit up her face. A good look for her.
“And the second?”
He stomped his foot on the commercial carpet. “Working out the muscles that are screaming right now.”
She laughed, light. “You mean my butt.”
Always the ever-present dust, clouds of it swirling in desiccated air over soil exhausted from any effort to produce life. Dust, as a layer on each trailer in the park, on the dinged and dented metal, on faded paint and rickety rod iron, on the few withered flowers left to stand sentinel over empty beds and piles of rocks. Dust, that whooshed up your nose and flittered into your eyes, sandy and grainy, blinding sight, taking your breath.
Dust on the feet of the little girl, age seven, bent over in the lane to pick up the shiny new quarter. A quarter, a whole quarter. She dug her round toes into the sandy lane, leaving curved imprints, and curled the quarter in her fingers tight ’til it warmed and glued to her skin.
Suzanne D. Williams
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Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.