Welcome to another eight sentences on Sunday. This week I continue with two seniors–the widow in a black bathing suit–, the Jersey shore, grandchildren and let’s see what develops. Mischief, I’m sure, one step at a time.
excerpt in eight:
I sat down, stretched out and greased up with one eye on Patti who had playmates to keep her busy and where did Ralph settle down? As if we had adjoining rooms, he set up camp next to me. The beach was crowded but really. . .not that crowded with lots of sandy real estate to spread out. I ignored him, removed pen and notebook from the old carryall and began to write a story lurking in the shadows of my mind.
A shipwreck with all passengers lost save one; a girl swims to shore. The wind blows her blond tresses dry as she strides on the sand, a trail of footprints in her wake. Her name is Claire.
Rereading the few lines I’d written, I thought this sounds as if Shakespeare wrote it; Twelfth Night; what in the world is going on?
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Tom Donnelly, once known as The Catch – every woman’s dream guy, has fallen down every rung of the ladder he once worked so hard to climb. On New Year’s Day, he realizes just how far he’s fallen, and makes a list of resolutions to change his life. He vows to regain the trust lost from his family, his law firm, and his friends – and maybe even find the right woman this time.
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