Between the Pages: Table of Contents

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14 (NEW as of 5/18/18)

Between the Pages: Chapter 1

"There’s just one researcher, today," Sharon tells me as I enter into the reading room.

"Fantastic," I whisper back, glancing across the room. One lone man sits at a table by the window with a stack of manuscripts. He's hunched over the papers and looking down. I jerk my thumb in his direction. "So serious!"

Sharon laughs as she stands up. "Academics, you know."

Once Sharon leaves, it's just me and Lone Researcher. Working in the reading room is easy, and almost as interesting as watching paint dry. To pass the time I usually play this game with myself where I try to peg what sort of research people are working on. Scientists and journalists are easy to spot: they almost always are working with microfilm. Literature scholars are pretty easy to identify too. Usually, they're the ones going through rare books, flipping the pages reverently and slowly. Then there are historians, which pretty much comprise everyone else. The historians are cranky, demanding, and usually old.

It Started in the Summer

It was the middle of summer when intrigue set in. Not the beginning of summer when excitement is buzzing with the prospect of new beginnings; and not the end when sweat beads from your brow. It was that perfect middle time when it feels like it could last forever. It was that time when chances were taken.

Maybe it was her golden hair, maybe the green scarf donning her neck, or maybe her passion for literature and the unknown, but something said to him, take that chance.

MC 1

“Vince wants you.”

Margaret looked up from her desk to see her friend and co-worker Jake leaning against the doorframe. “Fantastic,” she sighed.

She grabbed a pen and a notepad and started walking down the hallways towards Vince’s office. “What’d you do now?” Jake questioned as he followed her.

“Who knows? But I swear to God, if he makes me write one more story about gardening tips I’m going to quit,” she replied.

PLD Chapter 1

New story that's been floating around in my head for a few days. I hope you all like it. 

Either way, let me know what y'all think? :) 

Chapter 1

Keeley sat in her car outside the coffee shop ready to bang her head against the steering wheel. She knew this meeting wasn’t going to go any better than the last—especially when Brent had emailed her and suggested that they meet for coffee before discussing their affairs. He was going to bring his significant other and he’d invited Keeley to do the same.

As if.

She was ready for the damn house to sell already so that she’d never have to see Brent Heatherton again.

The Aero Club

Jo

“Come on, Ovie... come on. Just put one foot in front of the other. Yes...just like that...Good job…”

I try to keep the edge out of my voice. Tonight is going to go great. Just great.

“I’m gonna throw up, Jo,” Ovie slurs the words. She throws her arm around my neck and lets most of her weight fall onto me. Never mind I’m six inches shorter than her. “Jo, I’m gonna throw up.”

“No you won’t.” Please God. Don’t let her throw up. “You haven’t thrown up since high school.”

That makes her grin proudly. “Vomit free since ‘98!”

“That doesn’t rhyme,” I tell with her wry a grin. “It never has.”

Forging Ahead

“Can you make the first Friday of next month, Ms. Limonov?” Mara nodded and took the appointment card from the perky receptionist. “Okay, you’re all set. See you next month!”

Perky people annoyed Mara. There was nothing authentic about the overly eager personna, and this receptionist was no exception. If this wasn’t the best doctors office in the city, she’d probably leave and seek recovery elsewhere.

Preferably somewhere without perky, cheerleader types.