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Welcome! This week we're writing to the word prompt "white", which fits in perfectly with my new story. The book still has no name, but it's calling me. I hope you enjoy the snippet. Don't forget to visit the other authors and read their great works. Find them HERE.
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Monday morning, Charlotte prepared scrambled eggs and bacon for her father and sat down across from him at their little kitchen table.
“You painting today or working on a new table?” he asked.
“Painting,” she replied before shoveling a
forkful of eggs into her mouth.
“I’ll drop you off at the English
department. I need the truck to haul Corey’s stuff to the house he’s renting,”
Tom Anderson said.
“Okay. Do we know what color they want the
offices painted?”
“I’m guessing the usual linen white, but Callie’s
note didn’t say.”
“Got it. Let’s stop at the hardware store. I
need two more cans.”
Tom nodded, finished his food and loaded the
dishes in the dishwasher.
“I’ll be ready in ten,” Charlotte said,
picking up the last piece of bacon and hurrying out the door.
Tom pulled the truck up in front of Larch
Hardware.
“Don’t be jawin’ forever with Derek,” he
said.
“I won’t,” Charlotte said.
Derek Larch, the son of the owner, flirted
with Charlotte every time she entered.
“Charlie! Been a long time. What can I do
for you?” he said, coming out from behind the counter and running his fingers
through his blond hair.
“Hi, Derek. Need paint.”
“What color?”
Charlotte gave him the paint specs, then
picked out a new roller and a roll of blue tape.
While the paint was mixing, he wandered
over. “Changed your mind about marrying me?” he asked.
She laughed. “You ask me that every time.
The answer is still “no”.”
“Some day I’m gonna see you out of that
baggy jumpsuit.”
“Derek!” Charlotte drew her hand up over her
chest and feigned a shocked expression.
He colored. “You know what I mean. Dressed like a girl.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“How about a movie? Or dinner? Thursdays is
meatloaf night at Tony’s.”
“Thanks, Derek. I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
She shrugged. How could she tell him
Professor Mark Garrett owned her heart, even though he’d never had much
conversation with her, let alone seen her dressed as a girl.
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