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.