We could while away the hours conferring with the flowers, consulting with the rain. . .Why do I feel like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz? Why not? It’s Spring again and birds on the wing again-but as the old joke goes-“I always hoid the wing is on the Boid,” if I only had a brain. Are we having fun or what, my friends?
Continuing with She Never Said Yes, my WIP. Joy asked Danny to the club dinner dance, he said okay and somehow the school day passed. Walking home, they meet.
Excerpt in eight:
On the way home from school, I heard Danny call, “Hey Joy, wait up,” and at last reading Seventeen magazine paid off since I’d just memorized the latest advice column on how to talk to boys.
He carried my books and took long steps so I had to kind of double step to keep up; without saying a word he slowed and I asked my first question, number one on the list.
“What’s your favorite sport, Danny?” Grinning he opened his jacket to show off the S for soccer stitched on the white letter sweater, a big deal at our school and I wondered if he’d ever let me wear it; also something special to show a boy really liked the girl.
“And what’s your favorite sport?” he said making both of us laugh ‘cause there were no team activities for girls except cheer leading and I couldn’t do splits, pyramids, or twirl a baton.
“I’ve been dancing since I was three years old: tap, ballet, you name it and someday I plan to be a professional dancer maybe in New York but don’t you dare tell my family.”
We reached Ridgeway and Ainslie Avenue, the corner where I live and I stopped, pointed to the big house, said, “That’s my house, so don’t forget it, you” and before he knew what happened, I lifted my books from his arms and ran up the steps to the door. Dropping my key on the first try, I looked down to see Danny still standing on the corner and all I wanted to do was rush down to hug him and never let go.
Shivering from the chill October wind blowing dry leaves all over the last of green grass, I opened the heavy wooden door, closed it and leaned back, my heart beating so hard I thought Mother might hear it from the kitchen where I smelled delicious pot roast cooking.
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Ah a classic boy walking a girl home from school! You really captured that scene well and I particularly liked how she read an article from Seventeen magazine. I wonder if girls still read that for advice. Good snippet!
Still a big seller, Frank. Thanks for the super nice comment. I had to leave out so much to get her home.
What a lovely snippet, warming and fun. Loved all the attention to detail.
So young and innocent. What a glorious time. Thanks, Gemma.
What a sweet, and lovely snippet. Love the interaction and her rush into the house. Ah, first love and “appropriate” conversations. 😀
Different from today’s youth. They don’t know the word appropriate. I do so appreciate your comment, Sarah.
Sweet excerpt and really puts the reader in the moment 🙂
That’s where we want our readers. In the moment, every moment. Sandra you hit the right spot.
Congrats on the new release! Good for you. Great snippet. I love how she took in the entire moment. Very nice.
My friend, we’re cookin’. Imagine me with six mature romances now in 2 Volumes in less than a year. As Sandra mentioned, the moment is where we want our readers. Oh, definitely.
Ahhh, young love. 😀 I love how she read an advice column on how to talk to boys. I think I need to read the same one. lol. Great work, Charmaine!
Funny, Evelyn. Magazines write and even so-called adults take heed. Advice year after year but now it’s all about sex.
This snippet really brings me back to my first boyfriend days and all the innocent giggles and dreams – well done.
Would we want to live that again, Chelle? I wonder.
Beautiful stroll through memory lane…loved this excerpt!
Does anyone else write about those days? Are they lost to memory, I wonder. Moving along next week, some funny stuff. Thanks, Veronica.
I love the details that show her excitement and nervousness — dropping the key, for example. A great scene.
So happy to know you like this eight. Definitely a trip for me. I’d hoped to engage readers to take this journey and see why She Never Said Yes.
Such a sweet innocent scene. Loved it!
Hi Millie, no bar fights but fun stuff ahead for this young couple before. . .
Loved the sweetness and innocence.
We know it can’t stay that way but savor the time. Thanks, Sueann.
So cute! I love how she dropped her key—I never managed a completely smooth exit, either. 😀
On stage, it’s imperative. In real life, so funny as we stumble along trying to be smooth. Thanks, Sarah.
You sure know how to transport this reader back in time. First love, first chatting with a boy and trying to think of things to say, and being so very nervous. Wonderfully done!
Hi Karen. I start from the year 1948 and move forward. An interesting trip. Come along for the journey, my friend.
I love how she’s relying on a teen magazine for advice, when I’m sure she’d be just fine if she’d be herself. Hopefully she’ll come to realize that!
At 15, she’s got so much to learn. Thanks, ED.
This made me smile. There’s just such an air of innocence around the whole interaction. Love it!
Hey Elyzabeth, no erotica here. I so appreciate your comment.
Yes, following the advice in teen magazines is guaranteed to end well! 😛
I especially love the description in the last sentence–you can feel the wood at her back as she slowly warms from the inside temperature, smelling that comfort food.
Caitlin, I warm to your comment about the last sentence. Thanks so much.
So many little touches that bring back memories. Seventeen magazine–a Bible when we’re young. 🙂 And she wanted to run down the steps and hug him. A sweet excerpt, Charmaine. 🙂
I’m sugar coated today with sweet and enjoying every moment. Next week week mother gives advice about love. Teresa, you read Seventeen, too?
Sweet! I do remember poring over Seventeen (and Teen) magazine for advice.
And did you learn anything valuable, Cara? My brother hid my copies because I was too young and later when I turned 18 he said I was too old. What a time. Thanks for stopping by, Cara.
A really nice snippet 🙂
Were your tender years anything like this? I doubt it but please let me know since I’m generations apart from you, my friend and an ocean apart.