Friday, April 6, 2012
Friday Guest: KAREN MUELLER BRYSON
Lucinda took a deep breath, stood and exited the lab. She marched over to the reception desk and ripped the phone from Bunny's grasp.
“Will you please get to the point?” Lucinda interrupted. “I'm in the middle of an extremely important experiment.”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but your mom has passed away.”
“Well, Miss Starr, you are the sole beneficiary of your mom's estate.”
“Estate?” Lucinda snorted. “My mother was a cat lady, who lived in a trailer.”
“Miss Starr,” T.J. continued. “I don't think you understand.”
Before T.J. could finish, Lucinda slammed the phone into the receiver and hurried away.
Dakota, his two-year old bloodhound, glanced up from her doggie pillow and gave her head a tilt.
Dakota just yawned and plopped her head back down on her bed.
Excerpt from One Last Class
Thirty-two year old, Zak Spencer was sound asleep in his tousled bed, naked, except for the thin white sheet that covered the lower half of his body. Zak had been aged by recent disappointments but remnants of his boyish good looks were still visible. Elvis, Zak’s two-year old basset hound, snored on the floor next him.
Mindy, a 40-something cougar, slowly rose from the bed trying not to wake Zak. She carefully removed her clothes from the floor then snuck over to a corner chair and grabbed her purse for a quick escape.
But when Mindy tripped over Elvis and he let out a yelp, she crashed to the floor.
Zak awakened and noticed Mindy was no longer next to him. He scanned the room but didn’t see her anywhere. “Mindy?” he called.
“I'm down here.”
Zak peeked over the end of the bed and saw Mindy on the floor clutching her clothes and purse.
“What are you doing down there?” he asked.
“I tripped over your dog.”
Elvis wagged his tail.
As Zak rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he said, “You're leaving already?”
Mindy pushed herself up from the ground and tried to cover her nearly naked body.
“But it’s so early,” Zak continued.
“I've got a lot to do today,” Mindy lied. “I'll call you. I promise,” she blurted as she hurried out of the bedroom.
Zak jumped out of bed and pulled the sheet as a covering as he tried to catch Mindy. But she was quick. She had already made her way through the apartment and grabbed a jacket from a hanger next to the door before Zak caught up to her. Zak was now tangled in the sheet as he tripped up to Mindy and said, “You don't have my number.”
As Zak scrambled for something to write with, Mindy admitted, “I'm not really going to call you.”
“But…” Zak searched for something more to say.
“I've got to go,” Mindy shouted as she bolted out the door.
About the Author:
Short on Time Books