Spot Writers: The Serial Continues (Flash Fiction)
Welcome to the Spot Writers. Each week we’ll be adding to the story begun by Val Muller a few weeks ago. Remy’s life is heating up!
This week is Chapter 5 written by RC Bonitz. Check out his books at AMAZON & Barnes&Noble
Our serial story doesn’t have a title yet… start thinking about some ideas because it smells like a contest might be coming up soon!
And- Big News! We have a new member – Deborah Dera! Welcome Deborah! You can find her at www.deborahdera.com
We’ll give Deborah some time to catch up to our story, so you’ll hear from her in two weeks. Next week’s contribution will come from 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. Book Two will be released this October, and watch for a horror novel coming out in 2013.
The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.
Chapter 5
“Come on, have a drink with me. It’ll do you good. You’ve been tense all day,” said Dr. Kendrick.
Now there was a surprise. The man noticed something about her? He even had a smile on his face. In the four months she’d worked for him he’d never been so friendly. Actually, a grouch was what he was around the office. But he was smiling now. Who knew what he was like at home? Or where he lived, or anything personal about him? Hey, what did she have to lose? Barbara and Jeremy were a pair, and Brian she wanted no part of anymore. A little drinky-winky with the boss couldn’t hurt.
“I guess a drink would be all right,” she said tentatively. “Just one though.”
“Great. I’ll drive. Let’s lock up and hit the road.”
Oops. He’d drive? One problem about going with the boss; how the devil could she say she didn’t trust him? Damn, she couldn’t. “Where are we going?”
“Banjo Dan’s sound good?”
“How about The Corner Pocket? That’s close to where I live. I could follow you there and you wouldn’t have a long drive to take me home.” Absolutely brilliant Remy. What a way to solve the no trust problem.
“Nah. I don’t like that place. Banjo Dan’s is more high class. Come on,” he said and slipped his arm inside of hers.
Just great. How to lay an egg. And the arm thing. Should she shake him off? There were plenty of other jobs in the medical profession. Hadn’t she been thinking that early in the day? But, the man was smiling. And damn, was that a dimple?
He opened the door of his Lexus and closed it for her after she got in. When was the last time a guy did that for her? Careful, Remy. Remember, he’s a grouch around the office. So, why did Irene adore the man so much? She’d tried to get Irene to explain that little detail, but all she ever got by way of answer was a big wide grin.
“What’s wrong today? I’ve never seen you so uptight,” the good doctor said as he pulled out into traffic.
How to answer him. A guy I met for twenty minutes has a pregnant girl friend and I’m a mess about it? Brilliant, he’d think she was crazy. Maybe she was. But he didn’t have to know. The phone calls, that was it.
“We had some creepy phone calls today. Someone just called and sat there breathing. Three times, no four.”
“Did you get the calling number?”
“It was one of those unknown caller things.”
He glanced over at her as he pulled into Banjo Dan’s parking lot. “And that really upset you? I’ll call the police in the morning. They’ll put a stop to it. Don’t you worry yourself about that.”
“I don’t think they’ll do much.”
“I’ll stay on them ’til they do. I’m not letting anyone upset you,” he said, offering the sweetest smile.
The Spot Writers- our members. You can find our Thursday posts at any of the following blogs:
Catherine A. MacKenzie
http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter
Jessica Degarmo
http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/
RC Bonitz
Val Muller
Deborah Dera
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