Sunday, February 12, 2017

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt Love

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales. Happy Valentine's Day to all of you!

Robbie had a limousine waiting for their trip into Manhattan to get Jill heavier winter clothes. Since she returned to the east coast, she was still adjusting to the winter weather. Robbie brought her to top line designer shops in the garment district. Finding her size was a challenge, since everything had been marked down to make room for the spring line. Jill wound up getting three pairs of dress boots,
two pairs of shoes and winter handbags to match. Most of her handbags were either white, ivory, tan or beach bags so it was refreshing to broaden her color spectrum along with heavy wool and cashmere sweaters.

Their last stop was to grab a cup of coffee at Starbucks before heading to the office for the meeting Robbie had set up with the producer and other writers. As soon as the elevator doors to the office opened Gary Nelson was waiting for them at the reception desk with a bottle of water in his hand.

“Jill, so nice to see you again. Come, follow me to the conference room.” He reached his hand out to shake Robbie’s. “Nice going, bro. You’ve found us a gem.” They walked into the conference room where Jill and Robbie sat down opposite the folder on the table.

“I’ve enjoyed all the scenes you wrote. The flow of the characters are natural and I’m loving where you’re taking it.” Gary opened the folder in front of him. “The only problem I have is with the
amount of different scenes you have here. I really want to keep the cost of the sets down until we are certain that the network picks us up for a second season.”

“Robbie spoke to me about that earlier. I was thinking we could eliminate a few of the sets if we taped outside. I was thinking of a few scenes in Central Park.”

“I like how that sounds. Do you think you can make the adjustments and have them ready for me by early next week?”

“Sure I can.”


For the next hour, Jill met with two of the other writers to go over scenes and how they were going to intertwine the plots. By the time they finished, Jill had made a few pages of notes on what she needed to do when she got home. She had the perfect idea on how to make the changes to the script. It would just be a little tweaking here and there and some rewriting.

Robbie squeezed her knee under the table. She glared at him and smiled. Ten minutes later Robbie led her out of the building and back into the limo. The seat opposite them was packed with bags. In less than three hours she had purchased a brand new winter wardrobe.

“Do you know what today is?” Robbie asked smiling.

“Yes. It’s Thursday.”

“I don’t mean that. Driver can you stop at the next corner?” Robbie asked. The car came to a halt. “You wait here. I’ll be right back. I forgot to buy something.”

When Robbie got out of the car, Jill turned the radio on low. She looked around and couldn’t imagine where Robbie had gone. The limo door opened and Robbie slid back in with a dozen red roses and a big red heart.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, handing them to Jill.

“Oh my God.” Jill said as she took the flowers and candy from Robbie.  “I totally forgot with everything going on. “Thank you.”

“You’re evening has just begun. Our next stop is dinner in Little Italy.”

“We’re never going to get a table. It’s…”

“It’s been all arranged.” They pulled up in front of Umberto’s. The driver opened the door and she slid out after Robbie. “I want tonight to be perfect.”

“Being here with you is all I need. You have done so much for me today. You bought me all these beautiful clothes, then the roses and chocolate and now this. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Robbie chuckled. “You haven’t seen anything yet. You’re going to love what I have planned for the evening.” Before they walked into the restaurant, Robbie kissed her softly on her lips. “Tonight is all about you and all about love.”

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Sunday, February 05, 2017

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt - Metal

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt metal. This is my work in progress that is still untitled. Make sure you stop to read the other wonderful stories from a great group of writers.  

Jill stepped back out of Robbie’s embrace. The thought of this going any further spelled disaster. Mixing business with pleasure never worked when the relationship went south. The only thing that could come out of this was her being on the unemployment line. It was literary impossible to work along side someone after you slept with them.

“What’s wrong?” Robbie asked, pulling Jill back into his arms.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“You’re not going to,” he said, staring deep into her eyes.

“I’m not ready to get involved in anything heavy. I just got divorce and I’m trying to find myself.” Jill dropped her hands into his. “I lost a part of me when my husband’s past discrepancies caught up with him and slapped me in the face.” This time tears trickled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry for being so emotional.”

Robbie wiped her tears away with his fingers. “It’s okay to be emotional. I like you. I like you a lot. Take your time getting to know yourself because once you do, this,” he pointed back and forth between the two of them, “will still be there. I knew it from the moment I met you. You’re worth the wait.”

Jill leaned into him and kissed his cheek. “It’s going to be hard to resist you. I’m going to have to treat us like a character in the sitcom. But I hate that sexual tension thing because the audience always knows that they will wind up together. I want the heroine to be strong, knowing herself before she gets to know anybody else.”

“I like how I feel when I’m around you. You make me feel alive. Damn, I know exactly how you’re feeling. I felt the same way four years ago when my marriage ended. It took me some time to find myself. Divorce is hard. The wound will eventually heal with time.”

“I’m hope so.”

“How about we have another cup of coffee and work on the script? I want to discuss the setting a bit.”

“Yes.” That would be the perfect distraction.

“The producer has starting working on the set. He feels something is missing,” Robbie said, pouring the coffee.

“I agree with him. I think besides the set we should do some outdoor shooting, especially in Central Park.”

“You think that will work?”

“Sure it will. I’ll have to do some readjusting on the script, but I truly believe that people love watching outdoor scenes. When I watch Blue Blood, I love that I recognize places. I’d love to look at the restaurants, cafes, coffee houses and stores around the area.”

“I have to bring you down to the studio. Wait to you see what the set producers can create.”

Jill took a sip of her coffee. “Where’s the studio?”

“In Williamsburg. It’s an old warehouse with brick walls and a metal ceiling that the owner put up for
sale. The executive producer scooped it up and has the staff working on rooms. I have a copy of the blueprint they are working on. Give me a minute, I’ll fetch it.”

Jill sat back in the high kitchen chair, dangling her feet. She wondered if Robbie would take her idea of outdoor shooting seriously. In episode five, she could see the two lead characters running through the park, going from the west side to the east side along the lake. It would add depth to the scene versus the characters walking room to room or up and down the stairs.

“Here you go,” Robbie said, unrolling the blueprint and placing it down on the kitchen counter.

Jill stood, joining Robbie at the counter.

“These are the four rooms we have created. At the office they have a three dimensional version on the computer.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” Jill said, catching Robbie’s gaze.

“Why don’t we head into the city, get you some warm clothes, and then we’ll head over to the office. I’ll give Ted a call letting him know we’re stopping by, giving you a chance to tell him your idea. Then on the way home, we’ll stop in Williamsburg so I can show you the studio.”

“That sounds great. Just give me a half hour to get myself together.”

“A half hour? That’s quick.”

“I’m not a diva.” Jill laughed. “I’ll meet you back here.”

Robbie walked her to the door. “Just come in when you’re ready.” He opened the back door, and before she walked out, he gave her a soft kiss in her lips.