“It means, maybe if he got a haircut, wore something besides faded jeans and tee shirts…” trained his dog, found Skid’s leash, didn’t make my heart rate go crazy…
Hot guy has breached the neutral zone, shouted her internal alarm system.
Jack was there. But he wasn’t the vivid Jack of her waking memory. The Jack with the black hair and laughing eyes. Not the larger-than-life Jack who’d swept her off her feet when she’d been a naïve eighteen-year-old, the one she’d married, the one who’d been her whole world.
What if my character was on the run and she decided to cut through that culvert? And stepped on the gator’s tail? Would going forward be worse than whatever was behind her?
“We never agreed. You dictated and eventually I swallowed my own objections. I’ve been choking on them ever since. Joy is here now and she stays.” Marcy tugged Joy’s hand and Joy followed her to the kitchen feeling her father’s stare of disapproval like bullet holes in her back.
I found tile that almost but not quite matched. But most of it would be covered by the bathtub and who was going to notice that it didn’t match?
I’m also thinking Bill is, by this point, wishing he’d suggested going out to breakfast.
this is the new format. Newsletter on the blog. With a giveaway every month to a lucky commenter. My giveaway this month is this basket of goodies.
Bathtubs, Part II More than seven months passed before Handy Hank arrived to begin work on my bathroom. First he had a backlog of work. I’d already told him I wasn’t in a hurry. But after a couple of months, I began to wonder if I’d been forgotten. About two…
There stood outside in the bright sunlight five or six sad, rusted, rejected-for-something-newer antique-looking bathtubs. I spread a beach towel in one and scrunched down. Rested my head against the slanted back of the tub. Studied it. Measured it. Was I really going to do this?