What a week! Happy Dance for our household because my husband finished radiation-45 treatments-just yesterday. Fingers crossed that we’re home free. Mid August already? What the heck. Well, let the sunshine in, face it with a grin. Continuing with my latest release Housebroken. . .No, it’s not a story about a dog. Not yet. Empty nest syndrome moves along with a difference of opinion between the happy couple, Steve and Sally Atwood.
excerpt in eight:
Sally dusted off the reclining lounge chairs and sat with Steve next to her, loving the his and her coziness, and spoiled the moment by saying, “The porch is rotting and shingles fell off the roof and hit me on the head today.”
Taken by surprise, Steve struggled out of the lounge chair, checked the porch and said, “It’s peeling, that’s all so I’ll do a little sanding here and there, some paint and the deck will look good as new.”
“I called for a free estimate from a local man called Handy Husband and when he heard how old the deck is without weatherproofing and the new treatments available, he confirmed what I suspected.”
“Handy Husband, my ass; of course the bandit told you the worst, Sally because he wanted to scare you and. . .and, and I can fix the roof but right now, I’m tired and I’m going to bed.”
That didn’t go too well, she thought and returned to her computer determined to search for home possibilities in nearby towns and before long a listing appeared and then another until she hit print and a long list flew out.
Weary of cleaning this house with a never ending accumulation of dust and Steve telling her that since the kids were gone, she didn’t need maid service, her days were filled with cleaning, writing articles of interest for the local papers in hopes of jump starting a career for herself but now she had an idea.
The next morning Steve woke, his heat seeking missile searching for fulfillment from the woman of his dreams but instead of a naked body curled next to him, he touched a cold pillow and no Sally.
The aroma of baking apple dumplings drifted through the open door and he thought, she’s up to something, as his boner wilted like a flower needing water.
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