Yesterday I stumbled on a flash fiction challenge on FB, and it was really fun (thanks Siobhan! :)). I ended up writing 200 words that took place 20 years before my holiday story (which I won’t be able to call a WIP for much longer).
Since my release date for A Sunday Kind of Love has been pushed out to July, I’m going to give Jake & Co. a break from the spotlight and shove Ian on stage for this week’s Seductive Studs & Sirens. The poor guy’s only getting about 7K words, regardless of how many stories he tries to tell me, so he deserves a little more love.
“Ian, get in here!”
I leaned my shoulder against the wall beside the kitchen door and peeked in. Wasn’t about to pull off my boots unless it was lunchtime.
“That boy down the street—what’s his name, Mike? He’s on the phone for you.”
My gut clenched and the rag that had been spreading the grease over my hands dropped onto my boot.
Granddad squinted at me and I showed him my hands. He pointed a finger at me so I’d stay where I was, and told Mickey he should stop by later.
“What’s that about? You mix it up with him too?”
I rolled my eyes, because that’s what the guys at school did whenever someone asked if they’d been fighting.
“No. The carburetor’s in pieces. It’s not—”
“Wake up and smell the ninety-weight, son. That bike’s a basket case. Only thing worth saving is the frame, and I’m not a hundred percent on that.”
After a short stare-down he waved me back outside. I sat down hard on the driveway on the far side of the bike. Mickey’d better not be stupid enough to come by while Granddad was still awake.
Thanks for reading!
Next week I plan to return to following the rules. 🙂