~~Warning: adult language, mature themes~~
On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.
I'm still working on short fiction. This snippet is from an as-yet untitled piece that will be offered as a special gift to readers joining the birthday club I'm launching in a couple weeks.
Rochelle fumbled beneath the desk for her purse, and in her hurry to reach it, she bent down so low that her nose squashed right into the cupcake frosting in front of her.
“Fabulous,” she muttered, coming up with her bag and enough pink buttercream that she could see it by glancing down at her face.
She twisted away, intending to retrieve a tissue from her purse to erase the evidence before the hot delivery man saw how ridiculous she looked. He beat her to it by producing a white handkerchief.
She took it with mumbled thanks, fighting the urge to wave it in surrender and run to the bathroom to hide—forever.
“Good thing the candle wasn’t lit,” he said. She shot him a glance, and the amused gleam in his eyes drove the heat from her cheeks through her face and down her neck.
She wiped off the frosting and returned his hankie with a mental note to avoid cupcakes for the rest of her natural life.
So, what do you think?
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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!