“El, it’s Jason. Call me, please. Something came up.” Ellie thought of the good-looking firefighter she’d met at Gran’s. He was surprisingly charming and fun and they were going to dinner.
When Ellie called back, Jason explained he was babysitting his 4-year-old nephew, Zak, for the weekend as Zak’s mom had premature labor pains.
“Sorry, El, I hate to cancel, but they’re dropping him off soon. Want to visit the zoo with us tomorrow?” He sounded hopeful.
Zak was all innocence, holding Ellie’s hand as they walked. “Are you gonna marry Uncle Jason and have a baby like my mom?”
My theme this year was 100 word fiction. So, no, don’t count this line. This is a continuation of Ellie and Jason’s story from E is for Easter which you can find here. And thanks for reading all my little stories this year!
Yvonne was certain that Billy’s family would never love her. She hadn’t come from old money or belonged to a country club and she didn’t like cornbread or sugar in her iced tea.
She was a perfectly nice girl from the Midwest with a good education, a great job and a love for Billy that would never quit. But she longed to be part of his family, not just that nice Yankee girl their son married…
Billy pulled her close for a kiss. “I’m sure they’ll come ’round. But it’s okay either way, darling, cause we’re our own family now.”
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line.)
Xavier was infernally weary of his mother. She held the family purse strings closely. He was still driving his 2015 Audi R8 Spyder and she thought it was fine. She wanted him to take fewer vacations. A 39-year-old should stop mountain climbing and start giving her grandchildren.
He needed the old bat off the Board of Directors so he could take control. He’d tried to get her to step down, but she refused. It was pure luck that she began taking a new medication, Xarelto.* He would try surreptitiously doubling her dose and perhaps she would fall and bleed out. Accidentally.
My theme this year is 100 word fiction (So, no, don’t count this line!) *Xarelto is a newer blood thinner for which there is not currently an antidote. I don’t really know if you’d die of internal bleeding from a fall if your dose was doubled.
Chantal stood lost in thought as Momma and her bridesmaids adjusted her veil and dress. She’d loved Cade from the minute he told her he’d pretended to take her chair at The Pink Pig just so he could apologize and buy her a drink. He claimed he knew she was his when she’d looked at him and blushed.
The familiar wedding music began and Chantal clung to her Daddy’s arm as they walked down the aisle toward her blue-eyed cowboy. The sweet look on Cade’s face nearly brought her to tears and when he took her hand, she was home. ❤
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line!) This is a continuation of Chantal’s story from C is for Chair which you can find here.
“Hey, that’s my machine!” Ursula had just run back up to her apartment for a minute and this ass took her underwear out of the washer?
“Geez, sorry.” At least he had the decency to look contrite. “Nobody was here and that machine was done. I’m in kind of a hurry. I leave in the a.m.”
“Oh, yeah, where you headed that’s so important?”
“U.S. Navy Base Charleston, ma’am,” he grinned. “Ensign Rick Jordan.”
“Ursula,” she said. He was cute, short hair, dimples. Definitely military.
“Hey, Ursula, you hungry? Can I buy you a burger?”
Head tilted, she smiled. “Okay, sailor.”
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line!)