Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week I`ll be sharing an excerpt from my WIP (Work In Progress) Pink Pucks and Power Plays, an M/F romantic-comedy, starring my sassy, curvaceous society page reporter, Viviana Land, and defenseman for the Philadelphia Wildcats professional hockey team, Alain Lessard.
In today`s excerpt, we see just a bit of the aftermath of the break-up as Viviana gets by with a little help from her friends.
This week we`re writing to a picture prompt and the excerpt must not be longer than 300 words.
Since this is a rough draft there may be some mistakes. I do apologize for any boo-boo you may find.
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“No, I don`t think so.” Liz crawled onto the stool beside me. “He is furious. Bert is pushing him pretty hard to . . .”
She paused at the hate-filled growl that rolled from me at the mention of Bert Anderson.
“Anderson called Alain, that shit-faced douche radish,” I snarled, staring at my coffee and turnover with unfettered abhorrence. “He told him who I was and what I was doing. I was going to go tell Alain the truth, you know? I had it all worked out as I drove down that lovely lane to his farm house. ” I looked at the sad young woman patting my arm. “I was going to run to Alain and confess how much I love him, and then tell Frank I was pulling out of the assignment. But Alain had already been told. He found the entire article and read it. I couldn`t begin to make him see anything besides my lies and – and betrayals.” I gasped as a sloppy sob bubbled out.
“Oh, poor Viv,” Liz drew me into her arms. “Poor, poor, Viviana,” she kept crooning. Normally I would have shied away, but I was so miserable even this gothic waif`s meaningless platitudes made me feel better. For a moment. Then I would recall Alain and me preparing something to eat or that we nearly made love right here on the counter.
“Personally, I think that bitch Bert Anderson needs his nuts kneaded with a pointy-toed boot,” Oscar interjected, “And I have just the boots, too.”
“Thanks,” I sniffled, pulling away from Liz. “Go tell Frank that I`ll be in before the end of the day.” I lifted my coffee mug carefully. “Either of you have any ideas where I can find Bert today?”
Copyright ©by V.L. Locey
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