Monday, April 25, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Pill

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt pill.  This is a contemporary romance which is still untitled. I hope you enjoy my characters journey.

“I don’t think I can bear the cold weather,” he said.

“What should I say?  Within the next few weeks, I’ll lose my golden tan.”

“You can always go to the tanning salon.”

“Nah. I know the sun isn’t good for you, but the tanning salon is worse.”

He extended his hand. “I’m Robbie Rossitilo.”

“I’m Jill Trantinali,” she said shaking his hand.
“What part of Italy is your family from?"

“My family comes from Sicily high in the mountains. How about you?”

“Venice. My great grandfather use to guide the gondola down the channels delivering shrimp and fish he had caught during the night.”

“From what my mom told me, my great grandfather was a farmer.”

“See we have something in common.  Both our grandfather was in food services.”

Jill opened her bottle of seltzer and took a sip before twisting the cap back on.  It looked like the conversation between the two of them was fading. Glaring at Robbie out of the corner of her eye, she watched him put his briefcase, which more than likely had a laptop in it, on the floor in front of him leaning it against the chair.

“Do you have a job in New York?” he asked leaning his back against the arm of his seat.

“No. I don’t. The show I was writing for wasn’t renewed.”

“What show did you write for?”

“In Another Time.”

Robbie’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding me. That show has been on since I was a kid. I remember my grandmother watching it.”

Jill frowned. “Soap Operas are dwindling down. It seems people would rather watch talk shows and reality television.”    

Robbie nodded in agreement. He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, leading Jill to come to the conclusion that the conversation between them had went dead. Why does she always have to run her mouth and say a little too much about herself. Jill turned her head to face him and when their gazed met he smiled.

“I’m sorry to hear about your job. It sucks. It’s excuse the French a shitty business to be in. The turnover is huge in TV.”

“I’m just thankful that I had twenty-eight years writing on the show. I always liked introducing new characters to keep the plots fresh.  How many secret babies and kidnapping can you do…”

“I might be able to help you.”

“You can?” she asked her eyes popping open.

“I just came off a six month shoot on a new pilot drama, comedy. We can use you’re expertise on the staff.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Not at all.”

Jill stopped talking. This was a dream. Opportunities like this didn’t happen to her. The sound of the airline attendant’s cart approached them. Coming from behind the curtain she could hear the sound of laughter. Laughter.  That was a new word in her vocabulary. The last few years of her life had been hideous; more tears than laughter. Her therapist had advised she continue with her therapy in New York. After finding her husband in bed with their housekeeper, she had a breakdown. Every time she thought about what her husband did to her, she would pop a pill.  Without her doctor knowing she started weaning herself off of them.  She was prepared to start her life over again.

“Thank you, Robbie.”

They talked the rest of the way home making the six hour trip pass by quickly. By the time the plane landed, they realized that they knew a lot of the same people. As the plane emptied out, they stayed in their seats talking about the New York Mets and Yankees. They liked opposite teams, however they shared an interest in the Giants and the Rangers. He told her he had season tickets on the fifty yard line and would love for her to go with him.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt Phone

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt phone.  This is a new story which is a work in progress.  I'm going to keep my excerpts short, under a thousand words so this is a quick read.  I hope you enjoy!

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Jill started her jeep and took off down the highway.  When people said, there’s no place like home, she would laugh and just appease them.  Now she was doing the one thing she said she would never do.  She was going back home to New York, where she originally started from before being offered the job of a lifetime in California working for a major network. Twenty-eight years later, her kids were grown, her husband was a man-ho and she was going home to start over again.

After dropping her car to be shipped back, she waited by the window in the airport terminal waiting for her plane to be called.  On her lap she held a bag with healthy snacks for the plane ride home, and on the floor sat her carry-on and an oversized shopping bag filled with two pairs of boots, two bulgy sweaters and the one thing she didn’t have in her underwear drawer, socks.

She had been listening to weather reports all morning saying that temperatures had dropped down into the twenties with the wind chill being into the teens.  The last time she had owned a winter coat had been while in college, right before she moved.  The thought of having to go through winter wasn’t one that she looked forward to.  She always hated the cold weather, opting for the summer heat.

Taking her cell phone out of her handbag she called her best friend Dee. The last time she had seen her was when Dee came out to visit her three years ago.  They had spoken every day since they were eleven years old.  Quickly she called her telling Dee her current plan before placing her phone into airplane mode and placing it into the zipper compartment of her handbag. Once her car arrived, she would drive to Dee’s.

Since she was flying first class, her group was one of the first ones called onto the plane after the handicapped and passengers with child. She took the window seat and reclined her chair back.  Before she could ask, the flight attendant for a drink, she stood before he with the liquor cart.

“I’ll take a club soda and a glass of white wine.”

She poured the wine into a wine glass and handed her a bottle of seltzer.  “Can I provide you with a glass for your seltzer?”

“No thank you,” she said placing the bottle in the holder in the bottle holder between the seats.

Jill took a sip of wine. These past two months had turned into a nightmare. Once she got into Kennedy Airport she would take the shuttle to the Sheraton Hotel that she had book for five days until her Jeep joined her.

The engines started and the pilot welcomed everyone and asked them to remain seated until the seat belt light went off. When in seconds, the male flight attendant gave them a tutorial on how to use the masks in case of an emergency.

The seat next to her remained vacant until a man in a pair of khakis wearing sneakers and a navy blue button down shirt sat down next to her.  Quickly, Jill took a glance at the man with a head full of thick black wavy hair, before looking out the window as the plane started down the runway.

As soon as the take seat belt sign went off, the man sitting next to her unbuckled his belt.  He extended his long legs in front of him and asked the flight attendant for a glass of red wine.

“I hate heading into cold weather,” he said.

Jill looked at the stranger and nodded her head. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“Do you live in New York?”

She was stumped by this simple question because what she had was a complex answer. Instead she answered, “Yes. I’m moving back.  What about you?”

“I’m heading home.  I’ve been in California for the past six months working on a project.  I love sunny California.  But I guess all good things eventually come to an end.”

Boy is that an understatement.  



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Monday, April 04, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

 Welcome to this week's edition of Tuesday Tales.  I am so happy to be back.  This New Yorker is now  Jersey Shore Girl and I'm loving every minute of the peace and relaxation I'm getting from the community I'm living in.  So without further ado...

Jill Reed stood by her front door with the last of her belongs tucked away in her carry-on bag.  Once she walked out the front door, she would be leaving her past behind her.

The past few months she had struggled with how to proceed in her life, what would make her happy and what she wanted. Once she made this life changing decision, there was no turning back.  All that would stand in front of her was a new way of living.

Jill placed her bag down in front of the front door.  She needed complete closure.  The only way to do that would take one last walk through of the house she used to call home.

As she walked room to room, she took one last look in the closets and dresser draws.  When the new owners walked into her home they wanted everything the way it was, furniture and all.  Jill didn’t hesitate for a moment before agreeing to their offer.  Every piece in her house had held a special memory, memories that would have absorbed her if she brought them along.

Here she stood at fifty-one, a broken marriage, three estranged kids and a six figure job at a company that went bankrupt two months ago. Good thing she had been smart enough to stash money all these years.  She never thought the day would come that her husband would pick up and leave, since her marriage was solid. But once he hit his fifties, he had a never-ending midlife crisis, which led to a love child and him divorcing her.

Jill lifted her bag off the floor and walked out the door.  She locked the bright red front door, slid the key under the mat and walked away without looking back. 

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Saturday, March 12, 2016

My New Life by the Shore

I've been MIA for the past six months.  During this time, major changes took place in my life.
My husband and I decided to move down to the Jersey Shore to an Adult Community.  After a few trips down to the shore, we finally found our new home. But that was just the beginning.  Who knew that moving would totally wipe me out.  The daily packing and through away things.  Looking at things and deciding if I needed it or it was just another knickknack which would collect the same dust at the new house. I must say the worst of it was throwing away my thirty year collection (out-of-date) Writer's Digest Magazines.  It's amazing how the publishing industry changed in since then.  But the best part of our new house I would  have my own  writing room, which is still a work in progress.

To add to the mayhem of moving, my publisher shut its doors.  Oy!  Here I was in the middle of packing, now I would have to figure out what to do with my seven books which would no longer be available to the readers and my fans.  The pressure mounted as I packed, when in the back of my mind, I knew I had to do something about my books.  I had never been an independent publisher so I had my work cut our for me.  With just buying a house and the out-of-state moving expenses, I couldn't afford to hire a cover artist or someone to format my books. I knew what I had to do but needed to wait to get through the move.

Moving day came.  I had mixed emotions.  I was moving away from my family and friends into a community where I didn't know a single person.  I couldn't run back home because it would take me an hour and twenty minutes to get there.  So after moving in, unpacking, it was time for me to get back into the game.  All that was left of my books were pictures on Amazon.  Readers couldn't order an ebook copy of my books either, since the publisher took them down.  Now, I was on a mission.

And a journey it was to teach myself how to make my cover for Createspace and Smashwords.  Anyone who tells an author it's an easy feat to independently publish is lying. It takes determination and patience.  I can honestly say on this day in March, my books are online and available on all platforms.  It was a struggle, a long journey, but I say absolutely worth it.

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Monday, February 09, 2015

Tuesday Tales - Valentine's Day Prompt

Happy Valentine's Day.  This week we are writing to the above prompt.  For the first time in a very long time I will be celebrating Valentine's Day with my husband.  Love is a strong word and something no matter our age we can find and enjoy.  

Lorenzo wanted the perfect Valentine’s Day celebration for Pia, but things didn’t go according to plan.  He made reservation at the Angelina’s by the water, reserved the table by the window with the fireplace in not far behind them.  In the morning, he had four dozen multicolored roses delivered to the restaurant. Snowflakes fell from the sky.  After surfing all the news channels, Lorenzo decided that he’d wait to see what happened as the day progressed.

But as quick as the snow came down, it disappeared with the sun taking its place. At six thirty he pulled up in a white stretch limousine.  His Pia deserved only the best. He walked over to her front door with a bouquet of wild flowers. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart.” Lorenzo leaned over to kiss her lips.

“These are beautiful, thank you. Let me put them in water.”

“Are you packed?”

“My overnight bag is by the door.”

Within minutes they climbed into the limousine.  “I’m so surprise.”

“Only the best for you.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

It took them over forty-five minutes to get to Angelina’s. The driver opened the door for them.  Lorenzo got out first, extended his hand out to Pia who led her hand in his.

“Oh my God, Angelina’s!  How did you get reservations here?  They are normally booked for weeks.”

The hostess opened the door for them.  They walked in, walking past the long wooden mahogany bar, over to a table in the corner of the room.  On the table were dozens of multi-colored roses, champagne glasses and a long gold box.

“Go ahead open it.”

Pia opened the box.  Inside laid a diamond rose gold key.  “It’s beautiful, Lorenzo.”

Lorenzo took the necklace from her hands and put it around her neck.  “You will always have the key to my heart.”


Monday, February 02, 2015

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt Ring

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt ring.  This is the continuing story of two middle-aged women starting their lives over again. 

“I would feel so much better if he was cheating on me with another woman, but a man, how embarrassing.”
“Listen, no one needs to know the truth but you and me.”
“I know.  Now I have to figure out what to do.”
“Settle things up here and come and spend some time with me.  I can use the company and you’ll have time to sort through things.”
“Exactly.  That’s what I was just thinking.  I’ll stay with you for a few weeks, if that’s okay and while I’m there, I’ll look for an apartment.”

“That would be wonderful, but you can’t run away from your problems here.  You have to rectify what your game plan is with Brian.”
“I’m going to pour us a glass of wine and meet you at your house. I just saw the moving van pull up,” she announced.
“Thanks, I’d love that.”  Erika ran down the stairs and yelled back into the house, “We’ll continue this conversation when you get there.”
A tall well built, dirty blond, blue-eyed man sat on her porch.  He couldn’t be any older then thirty, thirty-five tops and he was drop dead gorgeous. He extended his hand to her.  “I’m Mike, and that is my partner Kevin,” he pointed at the van.  Standing, he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and confirmed, “thirty ninety-six Sparky Lane?”
“Yes.  That’s my new home.”
“Will there be someone there to meet us?”

“Lynn McBride, the real estate agent will be there with a heart shaped key ring to let you in.  Please leave the boxes in the center of the living room.”
“Will do.  If I have any problems, can I reach you on the contact number you have left?”
“Yes. That’s my cell phone.”
“Kevin,” he yelled to the curb, lets get started.
Erika kept her eyes on Mike as he waited for Kevin to meet him.  Meanwhile, Sophia crossed the street with a bottle of wine and two glasses.  When she spotted Mike, a smile appeared on her face and looking at Erika she licked her lips.
“Nice ass,” Sophia commented when she sat down next to me on the porch.
“Maybe this is a sign for things to come.”
“Maybe it is.”  She poured red wine into both glasses and handed Erika a glass.  “Let’s make a toast to new beginnings.”
“ beginnings.”

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Monday, January 19, 2015

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt - Ruthless

Welcome to Tuesday Tales.  I've been away for a while, but now I'm back.  This is an excerpt from my WIP From Me To You.  It's about two women who are going through divorces and starting over.  This is where I had left off where Sophia finds out who are husband is cheating her her with.

“I took the walky-talky part of it and sat outside in the car around the corner listening to see if anything was taking place.  I did this for close to a week.  Just when I thought I imaged things and was going to throw out the monitor, something told me to check it out one last time.”
Tears began filling Sophia’s eyes as she sat on the edge of her bed.  Erika grabbed a few tissues out of the box and handed them to her.  Erika broke down twice in a day was something she never expected.  Erika started to feel bad about moving away, not being able to be there for Sophia like she was for her, but there was no turning back.
Sophia stopped crying and her sadness turned into rage. She turned around, blew her nose and faced Erika.  “I was ruthless as I sat around the corner in front of Betty’s house. I ready to shut the walky-talky
off when my cell phone rang.  I spoke to the receptionist from work and became distasted when I heard Brian’s voice come over the walky-talky.  I hung up and listened as he spoke.  I tried to figure out the other sounded so familiar...but it couldn’t be...I didn’t want it to be.”
“Who was he with?” 
“I don’t know how to tell you, or even how to describe the way I felt when
 I realized who the mystery person was.  How could I have been so damn stupid not to realize it?”
“You are not stupid.  You are a kind and loving person.  You always trusted people and always found the good in everyone.”
“Erika you don’t get it, do you?”
“No.  I guess I’m the one being stupid,” Erika said crossing her arms, fearing the worst.
“My husband is having an affair with another man.”
Erika’s mouth dropped open.  She didn’t know what to say or how to process the information Sophia just revealed.  Could it be she misunderstood what she said?
“By the look on your face, I can assure you that you did not misinterpret what I said.  And the sad part is they were carrying on inside the house while I was sitting outside with his wife.”
“His wife?”
      “Yeah.  Can you believe it?  You know them, the couple he always invites over on a Sunday, Will and his wife Bev.”

“I can’t believe it.”
“Neither can I.” 
Tears welled in Sophia’s eyes again.  Erika took a tissue packet out of her pocket, grabbed a tissue and wiped away her tears.
“Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out together, just like you did for me.”
“I would feel so much better if he was cheating on me with another woman, but a man, how embarrassing.”
“Listen, no one needs to know the truth but you and me.”
“I know.  Now I have to figure out what to do.”