Tuesday Tales - Word prompt "Write"

 

Welcome! This week we're writing to the word prompt "write" - how appropriate! This week we have a throwback, flash from the past - Mac and Callie from one of my very first series. We get an interaction between then and their 25-year-old daughter. I loved writing this. I love Mac and Callie and it's a joy to have them resurrected! We're back at the president's residence on the campus of Kensington State University. Don't forget to read all the stories. Find them HERE. 

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"Cocktail?" Mac asked. 

Callie checked her watch. "Yes." 

Mac cocked an eyebrow. 

"Surprise me," Callie responded. 

After two children and twenty-six years of marriage, Callie and Mac had their own language. Mac mixed two gin and tonics. 

"It's warm today," he said, handing her the drink. 

She took a sip. "Delicious. Refreshing." 

He smiled and took a seat on the sofa. Callie sat nexto to him and snuggled up. Mac draped a long arm around her and pulled her close. Their daughter, Kitty, stood in the doorway. 

"Oh, God. Do you guys still have to do that?" 

"What?" Callie asked, raising her eyebrows in fake innocence. 

"You know what, Mom." 

"I like your father. This drink is cold and he's warming me up. He's a regular heat machine."

"Please! Don't go there! So...did you get it done?" Kitty raised her eyebrows. 

"Was there ever any doubt?" Mac asked with a grin. 

"Really?" 

"Your mother could talk a man dying of thirst in the desert out of his canteen," he said, not without a certain pride.

"Oh, Mac, You exaggerate!" Callie said, laughing. 

"You did, Mom?" Kitty's voice held hope. 

"I did. It was easy. Does Charlie really like him that much?" Callie asked. 

"I'm not supposed to say, but, yes, she does. I don't see the connection, but..." Kitty shrugged her shoulders. 

"We don't get to write the script for someone else's life. They do seem to be the odd couple," Callie said. 

"They said that about us, too. Don't you remember?" Mac asked. 

Callie smiled. "Oh, yes, I remember." She leaned over to peck Mac on the cheek. "And they were wrong. After all this time your father still rings my chimes," Callie cooed. 

"Oh, gross! I'm going. Thank you, Mom," Kitty said,  rushing out of the room to the tinkle of laughter from her parents.  

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That's all this week. Thanks for stopping by. 

TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "BEAT"

 

Welcome to another week of Tuesday Tales! This week we're writing to the word prompt "beat". I have another excerpt from my story with no name. I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to visit the other authors. Find them HERE. Thanks for stopping by.

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Frustrated, Kitty did what she always did when confronted with a problem she couldn’t solve, she called on her mother. Callie Caldwell had been the go=to person in the family for problem solving ever since Kitty could remember. She picked up the phone.

“Mom? II need your help,” Kitty said, chewing her lip.

“You know how to capture my interest, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah. I guess.”

Then she explained about Professor Mark Garrett refusing to chaperone the dance and Corey adamant about making his sister’s dreams come true.

“Oh, my. Foster romance? Right up my alley. Don’t worry. I’ll think of something.”

“Thanks, Mom. Can I tell Corey it’s done?”

“Not yet. Tell him I’m working on it.”

Callie put up another pot of coffee. She carried a cup into her husband’s office. Mac Caldwell had risen from dean to university president, but he was the same old Mac to his wife.

“Mac, how well do you know Dr. Mark Garrett?” she asked, handing him the beverage then sitting down beside him on the sofa.

“As well as I know any of the professors, I guess. Why?”

“Is he a competitive guy?”

“What guy isn’t?” Mac cracked a smile.

 When they finished their coffee, Callie wandered over to the English department. Charlie was still working on Corey’s office. Callie waved briefly, then headed for Dr. Garrett’s office.

“Hi, Mark,” she said, breezing in.

“Hi, Callie. How are you?”

“I’m good. I just heard something, and I wondered if you’d heard it, too.”

“What’s that?” he asked, rising from behind his desk.

“Well, I heard that a really hot young woman, a family friend of Mac’s, is coming to the dance. Buzz McBride, is bragging he’s going to take her home.”

“Really?” Mark raised an eyebrow. “That Neanderthal?”

“Football coach is pretty hot. He volunteered to chaperone.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. So if you want to relinquish the job…”

“No, no. Kitty asked me and I thought I might have a schedule conflict. As it turns out, I don’t.”

“Great! You’ll chaperone?”

“Sure. Why not?”

"Thanks."

Callie ambled across campus and back to the president's residence. 

"Well? How'd it go?" Mac asked. 

"I love it when I can beat a man at his own game." 

That's all for now. Don't forget to leave a comment. See you next week!