Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Tuesday Tales – White


Happy Labor Day. This week we will be writing to the word prompt White. Check out the other awesome tales at TUESDAY TALES

The next morning Pia woke up to Lorenzo’s name scrolled across her cell phone. Glancing at her clock radio the time read seven thirty a.m., way to early for her usual wake up time of nine o’clock.

“Good Morning. Just wanted to let you know my brother already has your car up on the lift. It looks like you have a problem with your head gasket.

“Oh geez.” She slipped out of bed and slid her feet into her white terry cloth slippers. “What does that mean?” she sighed, not having any knowledge at all about cars.

“Nothing for you to worry your pretty head about. I’ll send a car for you to come out to the stadium for tonight’s game.”

Pia’s eyes popped wide opened totally waking her up. “Really?”

“Really. Your ticket will be at the VIP ticket window.”

“That is awesome.”

“The care will be at your house around three thirty. This way you’ll enough of time to beat the traffic and get to the stadium with enough time to have a couple of appetizers and a cocktail before the game. Maybe you’ll even catch some of batting practice.”

Pia turned the gas under her coffee pot on the stove.
“I’d like that.”

“After the game we’ll go get a bit to eat.”

“That would be perfect.”

“My brother Dom hopes to have your car ready and sitting in your driveway by the tie you get home tonight.”

“Cool.”

“Got to run. I have a load of errand to do before going to the ballpark. I’ll see you later on.”

Pia clicked the off button on her iphone and poured herself a cup of coffee. What the hell was going on? The night before Lorenzo had captivated her heart. She barely slept last night. She tried not to think about him. But when he brushed a soft kiss on her lips, she felt a sensation, which she wanted to explore.

Opening the appointment book she only had an appointment at eleven. Thank God she had prepared the promotional marketing plan earlier in the week. Hell, she was her own boss. A quick shower, exercise and off to the mall to find an outfit and a new scent of perfume for later on.


Monday, August 27, 2012

Tuesday Tales – Bridge



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Pia followed Lorenzo out onto the promenade deck. The night had been perfect. This turned out to be quite the unique way to go out on a date. Now it was time to work off the deserts they ate. She hoped her sugar level hadn’t escalated too high. As soon as the warning signs started, she’d excuse herself and take her medicine. The last thing she wanted to reveal to a stranger her struggle with diabetes. It wasn’t necessary to reveal such a personal secret.

“Thanks so much for desert. Everything tasted delicious.”

“You’re welcome.” Lorenzo walked next to her, his arm touching hers. “I love this place. They make the best deserts ever.”

“Especially the white chocolate covered strawberries. They were awesome.”

Lorenzo smiled down at her, the moonlight shining in his eyes. “I want to show you something special.”

Reaching his hand out, she dropped hers into his. The roughness of his hand leaning against her soft skin felt good. Pia quickly took a peek at Lorenzo who stood so tall and muscular. The wind blew his blond hair that lay floppily all over the place.

“Here we go.” Lorenzo stopped and leaned against the railing. His hand dropped from her and pointed out to his right. “This is my favorite view in all of New York City.”

Pia turned around to the view of both the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridge all lit up. “Oh Lorenzo, I forgot how beautiful the view is from here. I haven’t been here in years. I never take the time to come on the promenade deck. You know the story, always in a rush.”

“Rushing around,” he shook his finger, “is no good. I learned that when I’m not on the road, I have to take a step back. Nights like this rarely happen.” He rested his hand on her shoulder. “Fate has a funny way of working.”

“Yes it does. Tonight was so unexpected, in a good way.” Pia rested her head against his shoulder. “And I have my car to thank for it.”

“Which I promise to get fixed for you. There will be no excuses why you can’t come to the games especially when I pitch.”

Pia turned in his arm to face him. “Why would I make excuses?”

“Because I know tickets are hard to come by. But you have nothing to worry about. I’ll make sure I leave tickets for you at the VIP ticket window.”

Pia pinched herself from laughing. Every time she became nervous, she laughed. “I would love that. But would I be overstepping my boundary by asking for an extra ticket for me best friend Lisa. We always go to the games together, except for tonight. Looks like fate again.”

“Meant to be,” he chuckled.

Lorenzo brushed his fingers along her cheek. Pia lifted her head until their eyes met. He leaned down and softly kissed her lips. When he stepped back, Pia was disappointed, yet happy that he showed her respect.

In the distance the church bells rang once. Pia glanced at her watch. “Oh dear. It’s one o’clock.”

“Wow, that went fast. I guess we should start heading home. I want to get your car to the station before I have to be at the stadium.”

Lorenzo took her hand as they walked to the car. Before she got in, he rested his hand behind her head, leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Tomorrow it’s dinner after the game.”

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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Tuesday Tales - Book

Lorenzo led Pia out of the crowded restaurant. Pia was disappointed that they weren’t able to have a decent conversation between them. The place was packed, the music blasting and every time they started talking someone would stop by their table to say hello to him or a fan asking for an autograph. Hopefully on the ride home, they could talk and get to know each other better.

The valet pulled his BMW up to the curb.
Lorenzo opened the door, waited for her to put her seat belt on before closing it. Pia watched Lorenzo walk around the car and slid in next to her. He buckled up and turned the radio on.

“I hope you had a halfway decent time tonight. I never expected the restaurant to get so crowded.”

“That’s okay. I had a wonderful time.”

“I know of this outdoor café in downtown Brooklyn. Would you like to grab a cappuccino?”

“That would be nice. But I don’t want to keep you out too late if you have an afternoon game tomorrow.”

“I’m good. Thanks for asking. Tomorrow we are off. Then we have a four game series with Houston this weekend.”

“Okay. Just checking. I don’t want to be the cause of any bad games.”

Lorenzo chuckled. He pointed to the empty highway. “This is the best time of the night to travel. This BQE no mater what time of the day you travel is usually bumper to bumper. It’s a treat to breeze right over the Brooklyn Bridge.”

“Yes it is.”

Lorenzo pulled up in front of an outdoor café. He opened Pia’s door and the valet handed him a number coin.

“What do you think? I see there’s a lot of people, but I spotted a few empty tables around back by the promenade deck. Would you like that?”

“Yes. I think that would be wonderful. It’s such a beautiful night out.”

“I feel we were cheated tonight. I didn’t learn a thing about you except that you’re a huge baseball fan.”

“I’d know. I’d like to hear about the early days in your baseball career. How you worked your way up the ladder.”

A man dressed in a suit and tie with sweat beads on his forehead approached them. “Good evening. Would you like to be seated inside or out?”

“I’d love to sit at the table overlooking Manhattan.”

“Perfect choice. “You will love the view. It’s a full moon and the view of lower Manhattan is spectacular. Follow me.”

Lorenzo and Pia followed the man and sat at the white Roth iron table. He handed them menus.

“Someone will be with you to take you order.”

Pia placed the menu down and looked across the table at Lorenzo. His blue eyes glowed in the moonlight. “This place is so quaint. I’ve passed through this neighborhood plenty of times and never seen this place. I have to admit these streets have you going around in circles if you make a wrong turn.

“I know,” he chuckled.

“Was it always your dream to be a ballplayer?” Pia asked, leaning back in her chair crossing her short thick legs.

“Since I was a young boy. I was born with a baseball in my hand.”

Pia grinned. “The way I was born with a camera in mine.”

“You’re funny. Do you take pictures at the games?” he asked running his long fingers through his floppy dirty blond hair.

“Not often. I enjoy watching the game. I know this is going to sound crazy, but what I like to do is keep score in a special hardcover book.”

“I’ve got to get you into the dugout then. No one likes keeping score. Someone is always taking the heat for messing up the scorecard.”

“I bet. In a single blink you can miss a huge play.“

“Good evening.” Pia looked up at the young waitress. “What can I get for you tonight?”

“We’ll have two cappuccinos.” He touched Pia’s hand. “Would you like to share a piece of tiramisu and white chocolate covered strawberries?”

“Oh yeah.” Pia’s face lit up. “Two of my favorite deserts.”

The waitress tore a piece of paper out of her pad and handed it to Lorenzo. “If you don’t mind, can I please have your autograph?”

Lorenzo took the paper and pen from her.

“It’s Jennifer.”

Lorenzo personalized the paper and handed it to her. “Thank you so much. I’ll make sure you get a big piece of cake.” She giggled, walking away.

“Does it bother you that every place you go someone stops you to ask for an autograph?”

“Sometimes it does. Like tonight when all I want to do is talk to you and get to know you better. But in all honesty, it’s part of the game. That’s what happens when you’re a celebrity.”

“I’m sure it gets annoying.”

“It does. But I will never turn anyone away when they ask. The fans are who pay my salary. So yes it is annoying, but I am so happy to be in a good place where I can make a young girl giggle and give tips to the next generation of ballplayers.”

Once again he played with his hair. Pia thought that either it one of his habits or else he was obsessed with his hair. She was certain that time would tell.

“That’s great. I’ve seen a lot of players turn their backs to kids asking them for autographs.”

The waitress brought over their cappuccinos, and placed a mega piece of cake and at least a dozen huge strawberries on the table.


“Wow,” Lorenzo’s blue eyes bulged wide open. “This,” he pointed, “is one of the perks of being a celebrity. Another reason why we get weighted once a week.”

“After we have desert, I’d love to take a walk along the promenade deck before we leave. Does that work for you? Or do you have to be at work early tomorrow morning?”

“I have all night.”

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt - Moonlight



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I decided to do something a little different this time. I wanted to share a poem from: Reflections - A Collection of Love Poems.


Twilight of Desire



Lost in the twilight of desire,
hidden behind an eclipse,
but found on a summer day.
Should there ever be a lonely day.
I just close my eyes and think of you.

A bond so thick it cannot be broken.
A tender kiss,
passion so real and full of life,
it scares me to death.

It’s a feeling so real
you would kill for it.
There’s a history between us,
and I’m having the time of my life.
My inner self has surfaced
and the feelings inside me have erupted.

The excitement from within me,
grows stronger and stronger every day.
Each time we unite as one,
the passion gets better and better.

When the lights go down,
the moonlight shines in your eyes,
I see the hunger in them for me.

Come to me and reveal the truth
of your inner self.
My arms are waiting for you to possess me.
I’ll be here waiting for the moment,
you tell me you really care.


Sunday, August 05, 2012

Tuesday Tales – Baseball

Welcome to this week's Tuesday Tales. This week I am starting a new story. I like to thank everyone who stopped by each and every week to read about Alexandra and Billy. I hope you enjoy my new story about Pia and Lorenzo.


It had to be twenty-five years ago that Lorenzo Marcus stole her heart. Her passion had always been sports, with baseball being on top of the list. Pia Tallisico spent most of her teen years going to baseball games. No, she wasn’t a groupie. She didn’t wait in the sidelines for the players to come out, nor did she arrive at the games two hours early to sit and watch batting practice. What she did do was get herself a box on the first base side of the diamond one box up from the railing.

One a hot summer night, Pia decided to go to the ballpark alone. Her partner in crime Lisa Caluco bailed out the last minute because she needed to watch her stepbrother.

Pia ventured out a little earlier than usual. After making a stop at the bank and the gas station she was off to Queens. It turned into a long ride with the usual traffic jam ups on the highway. No matter what time you travel in the city, there is always some sort of construction leading to bumper-to-bumper traffic. She listened to and sang along with some classic disco and classic rock, making the trip a little more bearable, arriving at the ballpark just fifteen minutes before game time.

The game was a quick one being played in a little over two hours. Her team won by the score one to nothing. Games like this, it took more time traveling back and forth than the actual time she sat there. Pia grabbed herself a cup of coffee and made her way through the crowd back to her car. Because she had been so late, she had to park in the back of the stadium. She hated it back there. It always took longer to get out of the lot.

Pia got into her car, carefully placing the coffee cup in the holder. Next she reapplied her lipstick before sliding the key into the ignition. She turned the key and….nothing. She turned it again to the same thing. Oh boy, this meant disaster. Getting out of the car, she looked around the lot. Most of the cars in the area were already gone. She’d go back in and see if there is anyone that could help her.

She locked the car. As she turned to walk back toward the stadium, she heard someone call out, “Miss.” Pia turned around, and walking towards her was a tall, muscular dirty blond hair man, dressed in jeans and a white buttoned down cotton shirt.

“I see you have a problem with your car,” the blue eyed stranger said. “I thought I’d stop to see if there’s anything I could help you with before I go home.”

Pia turned and pointed at her car. “I don’t know what’s wrong with it. It just won’t start.”

“Let me try.” He held out his hand.

Pia placed the key in his hand. She watched as he got into her car and tried numerous times starting it, to no avail.

“Do you live close by here?”

“No. I live in Staten Island.”

“Hmm.” He shook his head. “Let me start by introducing myself.” He held out his hand. “I’m Lorenzo Marcus.”

Pia shook it. “I’m Pia Tallisico. Are you a fan?”

Lorenzo chuckled. “Yes I’m a fan. I wouldn’t mind helping you out.”

Pia thought for a few minutes. “Lorenzo Marcus. You just came up from triple a ball.”

“That’s me,” he grinned. “I can arrange to have your car taken care of tomorrow. I have no problem giving you a ride home.”

“I don’t know about that,” Pia shook her head. “That’s a lot for a stranger to do for another.”

“Not a problem. I’d like to take you out for dinner. Give me a few minutes to call my brother, who’s a mechanic. He’ll take care of everything. If it isn’t anything major, he might have it ready by tomorrow afternoon.”

“That would be great.”

“Now let’s go grab some dinner in the city.”

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