Archive | January 2013

1/27/13 Six Sentence Sunday featuring AFTER HIM

The final curtain or is it? Thanks to a small group of people, we’ve been brought together in fun and friendship on Sunday’s. Thanks for all you’ve done and my love and best wishes to you.

And now a new story of the search for love and companionship in two mature people who meet at Helen Hayes Rehab Hospital on Valentine Day.

excerpt in six:

I tried, God knows I’ve tried all my tricks to get his attention and today might be my last chance.  This guy, the saddest looking Irish face I’d seen since I had to pick one out of a line-up, stuck to himself never speaking to anyone. I wanted to share more with this stand offish private guy.

What luck. By chance, the machine next to me was unoccupied and the Irisher tapped his way over, a cane leading the way.

I gave it my best shot with an adorable grin, dimples showing, “What’re you in for?”

“Huh? What does that mean, ‘in for’, sounds like we’re in jail,”  his  slight brogue pleasing to my ear.

“We are prisoners in a sense, of our bodies as they heal and then we’re set free.”

 

www.sixsunday.com for more snippets

http://www.vanillaheartbooksandauthors.com/ where you can read chapters on my author page

Advertisements

1/20/13 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Love The Way I Am

Welcome Sixers and friends. I’ve welcomed your comments the past year and a half and hope we can keep in touch when SSS closes the door next week. It’s been a great run. Maybe it won’t end, hmm?

Diane O’Rourke and Tony Flannigan meet again. She’s at home on a Saturday night after working a full shift at the clinic. Alone with BooBoo the cat, she makes herself comfortable before scratching up some dinner.
excerpt in six:
I pulled a colorful print robe over my head so I could breathe and now for dinner.
 The husky male voice from the beach, from my fantasy in the shower, called this time from the screen door at the back.
  “Diane, it’s Tony from the beach this morning wondering all day how you’re feeling and I hope you don’t mind me stopping by like this.”
  Tony Flannigan, oh my God, it’s an omen like money in the bank. “Hey Tony, it just so happens. . .”
  and hurried to the screen door to let him into my life.
The Beginning (not the end)523800_3563845451216_18294486_n

 

www.sixsunday.com for more snippets

http://www.vanillaheartbooksandauthors.com/ where you can read chapters on my author page

1/13/13 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Love The Way I Am

 

 

Welcome Sixers and friends. I appreciate your feedback each week.ImageAnd now for another peek into the life of pediatrician Diane O’Rourke alone on Saturday night with her cat, BooBoo.

excerpt in six:

Nights are long in March, long and chilly with heavy winds blowing across the ocean. I thought about building a fire and got over it.  Boo Boo snaked around my ankles until I emptied a can of cat food into his bowl and he forgot about me. My new doctor’s jacket felt a bit snug when I finally removed it. What the hell, I thought, must be a different brand. NO, stop fooling yourself and admit you like to eat BUT you don’t live to eat and you’ve got to set a good example for your little patients so don’t overdo it.  

         

      

           

      

     

           

 

 

1/6/13 Six Sentence Sunday featuring Love The Way I Am

523800_3563845451216_18294486_n

Welcome Sixers and friends to another SSS. Happy 2013, Twelfth Night, a time to take down ornaments and enjoy a raucous time, says Wikipedia.

Today’s six continues with pediatrician Diane O’Rourke off to work followed by a lonely night at home with her cat. OR. . .

Excerpt in six:

After the episode in the shower, I broke down in buckets, rivers, an ocean full of tears. A stupid fantasy over a casual meeting on the beach; how sophomoric. Stupid me for all my degrees and cleverness; wake up and go to work where small children and worried parents await my wisdom.

 Pediatric walk-in clinic closed at five o’clock and the staff hurried out calling to one another, “Meet you at Island Grill nine o’clock, don’t be late.” No one asked what Dr. O’Rourke was doing Saturday night, the loneliest night of the week. I locked up and drove the mile home where Boo Boo, my cat, waited for me and something tasty must be in the freezer; my home, my cat and th, th, that’s all folks.

www.sixsunday.com for more snippets

http://www.vanillaheartbooksandauthors.com/ where you can read chapters on my author page

This entry was posted on December 29, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , .