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Short Story part 2

There he was hanging out with his pals, with no inkling his future was about to be determined. Joyce hurried over to him with only a few minutes to spare before the bell rang. She knocked on his chest to get his attentention, She said, “Hi ,I’m Joyce Cooper. My sorority dance is a week from Saturday. I’d like you to be my date.”

He smiled and then smiled even wider when he checked out this girl who showed up out of nowhere.

“Okay.” And then he said, “What’s your name again?”.

More to follow tomorrow

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Last week I had a nasty surgery

Sorry to say, this has been a dreadful time for me. I’m doing my best to keep my chin up BUT it’s not happening. So I write my Christmas story, stopping at a thousand words to hope I can do better. What you see is what you get this week, dear friends.

I hope everyone is well and happy, including me. Short and sweet is the blog today.The heroine is fifty, never married, she dances with the band leader at the Christmas Party. He is taken with the heroine. And Sunday, we move on.

The Letter

The slumbering snake coiled in a dark corner of the closet in her mind; Sarah didn’t know it existed. In her conscious life, all was apple pie, light and happy. Like a slow IV drip, the venom leaked into the fragile fabric supporting her existence, eroding all her life’s work. In one hideous moment, a hole, never to be mended, tore through.

The day was one of the ten best days weathermen glow about; Sarah opened the letter and her dreams ended. The words hammered her until she cried.

A widow with four devoted adult children and insurance money gave her optimism about the future. She might meet someone to begin again a new life. There were no signs, no foreshadowing she felt later, much later, with hindsight always 20-20, did she recognize her mistakes. Blind faith and trust placed her where she stood, screaming, crying, the letter in her hand.

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The End

Excitement happens when a writer finishes a book. I know from experience and many books written, that’s the routine. I just finished a new story, read and reread many times. Why you may ask. The answer is I fell down a year ago and it’s taken a long time to get my brains together. Today I spent the whole day in our pool laughing with Grandest, just the two of us. She’s nine now. I told her my story, slowly.  What a joy to watch her beautiful face understand. And she swam back and forth my mermaid. Swimming gracefully the way she learned long ago.

Together we laughed so hard over nonsense.My Grandest, child of my heart. She taught me to hold onto the side and jump up and down and try other maneuvers. I did what ever she said. Yes, I did because she listened to my story.

So I thank her youth and love and the sunshine and the pool. What a day this has been. More about my new book. It’s in the hands of the publisher now. cHARMJAINE 1 (1 of 1) strong softness_pp

My best to all with love. Charmaine

News! To Be Continued in Portugues

Cobrir a revelar! Coming Soon! Charmaine Gordon’s To Be Continued em breve em Português!!

 

Cobrir a revelar!

Minha História Continua

Charmaine Gordon

Elizabeth Malone acorda a manhã depois de uma incrível noite de paixão com seu marido de quarenta anos para encontrar uma nota: Querida Lizzie, não é você, sou eu. Abandonada por seu marido, decepcionada com a atitude casual da filha Susie, o pai está tendo uma crise de meio ambiente, Beth decide restabelecer-se como o vencedor que ela já foi. Quando Frank Malone retorna, ele está em uma grande surpresa!

 

Elizabeth Malone wakes up the morning after an amazing night of passion with her husband of forty years to find a note: Dear Lizzie, it’s not you, it’s me. Abandoned by her husband, disappointed in daughter Susie’s casual attitude Dad’s having a mid-life crisis, Beth decides to re-establish herself as the winner she once was. When Frank Malone returns, he’s in for a big surprise!

 

Em breve em Português!

 

 

 

To Be Continued Sneak Peek Video (English)

 

 

 

Charmaine Gordon

Charmaine Gordon writes books  about women who Survive and Thrive.  Her motto is take one step and then another to leave your past behind and begin again. Six novels and many novellas and short stories in five years, she’s always at work on the next story. The novels include To Be Continued, Starting Over, Now What?, Reconstructing Charlie, Sin of Omission and The Catch.

Charmaine’s first novel with Vanilla Heart Publishing, To Be Continued, has been optioned for a television movie! “I didn’t realize at the time while working as an actor in NYC, I’d become a sponge soaking up dialogue, setting, and stage directions. I learned many tools of writing during the years watching directors like Mike Nichols and actors including Harrison Ford, Anthony Hopkins, and Billy Crystal. And would you believe, I was Geraldine Ferraro’s stand-in leg model, my first job giving me entrée into all the Unions needed to work. When the sweet time ended, I began another career and creative juices flowed.”

You can reach Charmaine at http://authorCharmaineGordon.wordpress.com
And on her FB page  http://www.facebook.com/charmaine.gordon

 

Translator for the Portugese Editions

Selma R. Silva

Selma R. Silva has been a translator and interpreter since graduation in 1984, She was born and raised in São Paulo, Brazil and had the chance to study languages since her early teen years. Years of hard work, travel and research have led to the perfect time and place to delve into the rewarding experience of literary translation.

 

 

 

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The Last Touch of the WIP

When last seen, Shari hurried into the men’s room, saw a tall handsome guy washing off his um hands and raced to the bathroom. Her last words were, “Well, I’ve seen more of you than you have of me.”

excerpt:

The doctor and his former patient sat close together in a restaurant, near the music. She put her finger against her lips to indicate she had something to say.

“Years ago when you were my doctor and I was expecting, we saw each other often and my husband decided this wasn’t healthy. He began searching for a new home in another town once we had the baby and so it went. We had fallen in love with each other and he sensed it. I want you to know I loved him but I never forgot you.

Joan, I felt and still feel the same way about you and after a while as we get reaquainted, I want us to marry and we’ll spend the rest of our lives together.

He held his hand out for a dance; they fit so well together and Joan said, “I do, my love, I do.”

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Here comes the WIP, for better or worse

Last week, we discovered another character, the doctor who twenty -four years before, delivered Joan’s daughter Shari, now a Captain in the Army. And then to his delight, he discovers beautiful Joan, at the Saturday Skeet Shoot.  They hug as Shari watches from afar and the older couple, both no longer married, make plans for dinner.

excerpt: “Honey, I’m sorry to leave you alone but he’s invited me to dinner and dancing at a club where the music is slow.”

“Mom, it’s fine, I need some rest; the baby bump is wearing me out; she rubbed her tummy in expression.”

The kind doctor sat next to Shari and as a physycian, he had a few questions. “You’ve lived a hectic few years overseas and now, suddenly, you’re a pregnant widow. This is a difficult time for you but pardon my intrusion, my son is divorced, a doctor in practice with me, and he’s lonely so maybe you two can get together.”

Shari gave a laugh, said that would be cool but right now she had to go to the bathroom and away she went in search of the ladies room. Down the hall, she saw men’s room no ladies room in sight so she marched right in to find a man tapping off his privates, then washing his hands. Since she had a serious need to go to the bathroom, she hurried in, finished and left to find the good looking young man still at the sink.

“I thought I saw a woman rush in but couldn’t believe it until I saw your Army shirt.”

“Well sir, I saw more of you than you saw of me.”

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