Blizzard or not, here I come with the second Weekend Writer Warriors. I enjoyed last week meeting new friends and the camaraderie writers inspire.
This week, I continue with my short story of two mature people who meet at rehab recovering from surgery. Romance and surprises are in the air.
Excerpt in eight:
Nino, therapist supreme, put us through the paces for more than an hour and then my time ended with no date, no nothing except a few words exchanged with the Irish Sphinx. I’d noticed with my eagle eye, Collin Brody didn’t wear a gold band.
I tread carefully leaving the clinic as I made my way to the parking lot, finished for the cold windy day, a stiff wind blowing across the Hudson River nearby. Fear of falling made me wish for my cane left in the car and I stayed close to the building touching brick and stone for support.
“Miss Corrigan, wait up. An old man needs your help, don’t ya know.”
The voice of Collin Brody, music to my ears, made me stop in my shaky tracks.
“Old man, indeed and If you’re old, what does that make me?”
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