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.
There was no escaping her sister’s ball. Julianne was blonde and beautiful, truly a diamond of the first water. Compared to Julianne, Sarah felt as plain as her name, though she knew her features were passably pretty. She was firmly on the shelf and preferred stimulating conversation to flirtatious eyelash fluttering.
Mamas frowned and their daughters swooned as the tall, dark-haired and dangerous Duke of Ashbury was announced, the most eligible bachelor in all of London. Rumors abounded that he sought a wife this season. Sarah watched in delighted anticipation as he made his way through the crowd toward her.
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line!) I’ve tried to work in a number of requisite cliches in my attempt at Regency romance 🙂
Monday evening when Randi arrived home she found a single deep red rose lying by her apartment door. Delighted, she picked it up and unlocked her door, glancing around for a card she might have missed. Nope, nothing.
She texted her date from Saturday to thank him, but it became embarrassingly obvious he hadn’t sent it. Awkward! If not a florist, how had someone gotten inside the gated apartment complex? How odd. She thought of her neighbors and how little she knew them.
Ouch! She had been clutching the stem too tightly and now there was blood on her hands…
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line!)