TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "PLUG"

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   This week the word prompt is "plug", and it's the last week with excerpts from "Too Late for Goodbye." The book releases today, so if you want to find out what happens between Jen and Marty, you can buy the book on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Apple Books. 

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“Baseball is all Ethan can talk about since we got home from Pine Grove. He’s begging me to take him to a game.”

“Really?” Marty said.

“You had quite an impact on him.”

“We have a local minor league team. The Jefferson Jaguars. If you want to go to a game, I’ll scout up tickets.”

“That would be fantastic,” she said.

“Consider it done. Just give me a couple of dates,” he said. “I’ll text you.”

Marty lost track of time. Playing ball with Ethan, helping set the table, and cleaning up afterward ate up his afternoon. By nine o’clock, he was on the bus. His phone rang.

“I’ve texted you twenty times. Called you five. Where the fuck have you been?”

“Oh, Flint. Sorry. I had my phone in my briefcase.”

“Wonderful. I was ready to call the FBI! Listen, you dick, don’t ever do this to me again.”

“You’re right. I should have called. I’m on the bus now.”

“I hope the sex was good. Tell me at least the sex was good.”

“There was no sex. I played ball with Ethan, laughed at Sophie’s jokes, explained printing, and ate homemade soup and stew. Oh, and a brownie and a glass of milk.”

“Jesus! A glass of milk? No sex?”

“You heard me.”

“Sounds like you had a great time.”

“And I brought in some business. I think she’s going to use us.”

“You didn’t give her a quote yet, did you?”

“Nope, but whatever you figure, we’re going lower.”

“Oh really?”

“Even if I have to plug up the difference myself.”

He heard laughter. “From my tight-fisted brother, that’s love.”

Marty chuckled. “Can’t talk. I’m on the bus. Pulling in at eleven.”

“I’ll be there.”

TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT - DIE

 

Welcome! This we we're writing to the word prompt "die." I have more of Marty and Jen's story in an excerpt of "Too Late for Goodbye." When you're finished, hop on over to the wonderful works by the other authors. Find them HERE. 

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“Guys, you remember Mr. McKay from Pine Grove, don’t you?”

“Please call me Marty.”

“Is Marty coming home with us?” Ethan asked.

“He is. And staying for dinner. We’re having stew.”

“Oh boy, stew!” Sophie clapped her hands together.

“Will you pitch to me when we get home?” Ethan asked.

“Sure. You trying out for Little League?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you need to practice.” When they arrived back at the house, Marty stepped back and let the others enter first. The kids ran ahead to the kitchen. The plate of brownies to die for awaited. 

Jen went to the refrigerator. “Milk?” She met his gaze with her pretty blues.

“Sure.”

“Goes great with brownies.” Ethan took down glasses and Jen poured.

Marty couldn’t remember the last time he’d drunk a glass of milk. What the hell was he doing? Staying at her house after their meeting? Accepting an invitation to dinner?

He could hear his brother’s words already.

“What the hell are you doing, Marty? She’s got two kids. Somebody else’s kids. I get you want to sleep with her but do it and leave.”

However, Marty didn’t want to leave. He liked brownies and milk. Sure, she’s as hot as beach sand at high noon, but she’s simply so goddamn nice as well. Nice wears well, it lives well. You could still love nice a hundred years from now.

Stop getting ahead of yourself. Have a good time and don’t overthink it, like you usually do. He vowed to listen to his inner self this time. 

TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "BLACK"

Welcome! This week we have another episode of  "Too Late for Goodbye," written tot he word prompt "black. When you're finished, don't forget to stop by the other authors blogs and read their fabulous stories. You'll find them HERE. 

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“I’m so sorry for your loss.” 

“He left me money to do something. Start something. A business. And this is what I want to do. I want to give people a reason to get out of bed in the morning.” 

 He raised her hand to his lips. “Brilliant. Noble. Wonderful. Original. How can I help?” 

“Give me a rock bottom price on the printing.” 

“Can I take the mock-up with me? I have to show it to Flint, my brother and partner. He’ll know what it’ll cost to print. I do the sales, accounting, and other stuff. I promise to treat it like fine china.” 

“Sure sure. Take it. Then get back to me.” 

“First some particulars,” he said, opening his briefcase and drawing out an Ipad. He fired it up. “Let’s get the details down. Are you printing this in black-and-white or color?” 

 When he finished taking down the information on the project, he checked his watch. Time to leave. He sighed.

Jen put four brownies on a plate, then covered them with plastic wrap. “I have to pick up the kids from school. Why don’t you stay and have an early dinner with us.” “What?” 

“Come on. The kids know you. I bet Ethan would love to throw a ball with you, and Sophie has new knock-knock jokes.” 

“I have to catch a bus.” 

“We’ll have an early dinner. I can heat up some stew from the freezer.” 

 Damn he wanted to stay. What would Flint say? Fuck Flint. “Okay. I’d love to. If it’s not too much trouble.” 

“No trouble at all. Come on, let’s go.”

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