Spot Writers: Flash Fiction Thursday

Welcome to the Spot Writers. We’re making a change, starting today. We are continuing the story begun by Val Muller a couple of weeks ago. Remember Remy shooting pool in the Corner Pocket bar? And the guy who was eyeing her, who turned out to be her neighbor? Well, they’re back and will be for a while. They’re the stars of our new serial story, which doesn’t really have a title yet. Mmm, there’s a thought for a contest down the road a bit.

Today’s episode comes from RC Bonitz, author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL and A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, both available from Amazon or B & N. He’s looking forward to the release of A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, due in Sept.


Next week’s story will be by Val Muller, author of FOR WHOM MY HEART BEATS ETERNAL, a sci-fi romance, and CORGI CAPERS: DECEIT ON DORSET DRIVE, a mystery novel for young readers.


Check out our blogs at the end of this story. You’ll also be hearing from Jessica and Cathy in the next few weeks.


First Thing in the A.M.


Remy rolled over in bed and glanced at the clock. Darn it, time to get up. Her dreams had been wonderful all night, all about Mr. Handsome Jeremy from the Corner Pocket and Unit 1354. But, darn, she kept waking up every time things got really hot and sexy. What was that about?

She groaned and slid out of bed, stretched every muscle in her body, and headed for the bathroom. No time to dawdle over dreams right now, she needed a shower and then had to move her butt and get to work. Dr. Kendrick was a stickler for being on time and he wanted his nurse/receptionist in the office before he got there.

Images of Jeremy filled her head as she turned the shower on. He was so cute, with that tousled hair and all those muscles. And, who’d believe it- the man lived right across the tiny courtyard from her new condo. Spittin’ distance as her Grandpa used to say.

Hurrying, she finished her shower and dressed, then turned the dryer on her hair. A wonderful idea struck her. Her makeup still had to be done, but she could open her front door a little bit and maybe Jeremy would notice when he opened his. Well, maybe she’d open it completely. If she wanted him to notice she’d have to do it right. Right?

So silly. She hardly even knew the guy and here she was getting all ditsy about him.  A text would get his attention. But, a chat would be so much nicer, right? Right!

Her hair almost dry, she hurried to the door, removed the safety chain and released the lock. Okay, she could do this. Open the door halfway- he’d notice that if he went out before her. She turned the knob.

The door slammed back against her and a mop of blonde hair smacked her in the mouth!

“Oh, what, I’m sorry,” the blonde said, sounding a bit panicky. She looked up at Remy and frowned. “Oh damn, you’re not him.”

“I hope I’m not a him. What are you doing? Were you listening at my door?” Remy demanded.

The blonde straightened and glanced around the courtyard before examining Remy from head to toe. “No, of course not. I was…..looking for somebody.”

“Through my doorknob?” She checked just to be sure. The condo was old but she didn’t have one of those big old fashioned keyholes they always looked through in the movies did she? Nope.

“Never mind. I said I’m sorry.”

“Who were you looking for? Maybe I know them.”

“I…I…His name is…Oh, never mind.”

It was Remy’s turn to frown. Was this woman a thief? Would she have tried to pick the lock if Remy hadn’t opened the door when she did?

The door of 1354 opened and Jeremy appeared. His eyes met Remy’s and he brightened, only to wilt when he saw the blonde. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” Remy said, her heart stumbling in her chest. What was wrong with this picture? He knew the blonde? Without a doubt, judging by his reaction.

“Hi,” the blonde said and gave Jeremy a teeny little wave.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I want to talk to you. I—“

“We have nothing to talk about, Barbara.”

“What about the wedding?”



The Spot Writers- our members.


Catherine A. MacKenzie


Jessica Degarmo


RC Bonitz


Val Muller


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