Tom looked over the large lawn on the British estate that he stayed at. He was about to turn around when he felt soft, silky hands wrap around his shoulders.
“Tomas, come back to me.”
“But I’m right here.”
“For good.”
“I want to, but…”
“But what?”
She spun him around and pressed herself upon him.
“I need to decide, Sandra. Nashville or you.”
“Why not both? You work for my dad’s business, then work with Nashville remote?”
She made sense. Her Spanish accent added another level to that sense.
(Author’s Note: I want to drop two things for new people who are part of the world of mine, the Music and Fiction world.
The first is a good friend of mine who runs her own blog, called “Oh My Gloss“. She deals more with cosmetics, and a lot of it is from Korean companies. However, Sarah (the blogmaster) really has a lot of good advice and products. Take a quick step over, if you can, and take a look. And tell her that Music and Fiction sent you.
The second is for a great person who has been overcoming a lot of difficulties to become a real good person in the world of cosplay (costume play, aka dressing up and having fun.) Mosey on over to Precious Pearl Cosplay and Cats, on Facebook, and see a little look at what she does. She’s pretty good on things, and is responsive. She is also living out a dream as a vet assistant, hence the cats part of her page. Check it out.
Anyhow, long enough to talk…here’s today’s Fictioneers, with an old favorite song of mine from my childhood:)
Kelly Mangum looked at the two bouquets on the office table.
“I believe that’s six in two weeks.”
Frieda, her co-worker, was perplexed by this. She was the redhead with the killer bod, and she got no flowers. Kelly was a simple girl, yet kept getting bouquets galore.
“So, what’s your secret?”
Kelly smiled and directed Frieda to come closer.
“I mean what I say and say what I mean. He’s crazy for me, because I’m honest.”
Frieda blinked. Is it that simple? she thought.
“It’s that simple. Be honest, and you’ll get attention.”
Music and Fiction 