Why/Why Not, Wednesday!
Okay, I couldn’t pick just one submission! Actually I didn’t pick them, I numbered the submissions and had my son pick two numbers!
Real quick, let’s be nice but forthright. No arguing, no flames, no nastiness.
And now? Let us put our magnificent brains together and help an author out!
Here’s the first, first page. When commenting refer to it as page one.
Holding her tighter over him and closing his eyes he breathed in her scent. He loved her…all of her. As urgency washed over them and fearing this bliss ending too quickly he whispered, “slower love; we have all night…” He wanted to savor this. She gripped him tighter as a deep-throated cry left her lips urging him to…
“Doorbell… Always when I’m on a roll.” Serena sighed looking down at her cat JJ.
She got up from her writing desk and made her way to the door. “I have a deadline, I don’t need these distractions now.”
“Ms. Serena Foster?”
“Sign here please.” Signing the clip board she smiled politely at the messenger before closing the front door. The envelope was from Dublin, Ireland.
“Hmmm…I don’t know anyone in Ireland.”
“MEOW!” Replied JJ, who was now circling patiently at her feet. She carefully slid an antique letter opener beneath the sealed flap.
Dear Ms. Foster,
You have been listed as a beneficiary to the estate of Arthur J. Kilkenny of County Cork, Ireland who recently died at the age of 97.
The reading of his Last Will and Testament will take place on August 12, 2009 at 11am at the office of McDougal and Finch.
In the event you are unable to attend the reading in person, a representative on your behalf may attend. Please contact my office for further information at the number listed below.
Please accept our deepest condolences for your loss.
Thomas J. McDougal, Esq.
Here’s the second, first page, please refer to this as page two.
The sharp, acrid scent of sulfur wafted through the air just when I was about to call it a night. Bingo. I raised the wine glass to my lips. Now, which one of these bar flies was my target? The only way to find out would be to leave and see who follows. Initiating plan A. Slugging back the rest of my merlot, I steadied my empty glass on the bar before sliding off the stool. Pausing a second, I wobbled on my stilettos as I made a show of straightening my pencil skirt. Not that I needed to catch my balance, but I wanted to give the impression that I was stupid drunk with a target plastered on my back.
Here, demon, demon. A sloppy grin quirked my lips as soon as the thought crossed my mind. Of course, I knew it was a sloppy grin, considering I had practiced it often enough in the mirror. I could do drunk. I played it quite well, thank you very much.
Clutching my purse, I slid the narrow strap over my shoulder and walked out of the bar and into the hotel lobby. My heels clacked across the marble floor. I had every intention of miss-stepping to give the impression I was toasted, but there was no pretending about it as my right heel slid out from under me. Landing on my ass should have been the least of my worries with a murderer on the loose.
I’m going to be gone for the better part f the day, so behave while I’m gone (and sorry this went up late, I was up with the baby last night!)