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Friday, April 1, 2011

Prequel to "Sunny Days, Moonnlit Nights"

Once a week, I will be posting excerpts of the prequel to "Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights", the story of Caroline Davis White before the book. The entire prequel will be played out on this blog. So please return to keep up with Caroline's story and you will find out how she ended up with Brad.

"A dance in Central Park for single people, perfect," Linda Davis told her daughter.
"Not getting any younger and I want to be a grandma."
"I got my Masters two weeks ago, Ma. I'm not over the hill, yet," Caroline responded.
"Check it out, sweetheart. Make me happy."

Caroline sighed as she entered the Sheep Meadow, aglow with twinkly lights and live music. She took a glass of wine and wandered through the growing crowd, looking but not seeing the men and women. She missed her college friends. Still, her mother was pressuring her to find a man and she wanted to make her happy.

Caroline was lonely, too. She scanned the faces, hoping to find someone she knew. A tall dark-haired man with brown eyes came over to her and started talking. His name was Cary and soon she was dancing with him. As the fast song became a slow one, Cary drew her into his arms, holding her a little too close.

It felt good to be held by him. Caroline closed her eyes and let the warm summer breeze wash over her. After the music stopped, the band took a break. Cary got two glasses of wine and took Caroline's hand, leading her into the shadowy areas of the park. He sat down on the grass pulling her gently down next to him. Before she knew what was happening, he was kissing her.

At first the kiss was nice, but then it proceeded to get too passionate, too urgent. Caroline pulled away.
"Come back, beautiful thing," he said, reaching for her.
Caroline moved out of his reach and shook her head.
"I hardly know you."
"What better way to get acquainted."
"You're kidding, right?"
His eyes glistened in the moonlight and Caroline began to feel uncomfortable.
"Why do you think guys come to these crummy things?"
"To meet someone?"
"To get laid," he said.

Caroline got up and brushed off he skirt. Time to go home. Tucking her purse under her arm, she turned to him:
"Smooth, aren't you?"
"Just honest. You asked."
"Did I? Mistake. Goodnight."

When she got home and related her story to her mother, Linda got busy.
"We'll have to find a better place to find you a husband. Some place where the guys have a little class."
"Meaning they want to get laid but don't tell you after the first half hour?" Caroline replied.

Sitting at the window in her room, Caroline wondered what plan Linda would come up with. Her mother was a determined lady and marrying off her daughter had become her preoccupation. She drifted off to sleep wishing to find her Prince Charming soon so she could get on with her life.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011



Kay Springsteen is an Astraea Press author:

I don't know about my biggest lie, but I will confess to the lie I told most often. When I was a kid, I had a stuffed pink rabbit. I know I got it one Easter from "The Easter Bunny," but I don't recall actually getting him. He's just in my awareness as always having been there, and since I remember things back to when I was age two...well, let's just say he was always there. His name was Flopsy, I assume named by one of my parents and likely my mom, who used to read me Beatrix Potter stories. Now, Flopsy went everywhere with me. I dressed him in doll clothes, a new outfit every day. He was my constant companion. So it only made sense, when I did something wrong, for Flopsy to take the rap.

Who changed Dad's alarm clock? Flopsy did it. Who put fingerprints all over the picture window? Flopsy did it. Who was bouncing on Mom and Dad's bed? Flopsy did it. Who played in the water and soaked the floor in front of the sink? Flopsy did it. Who broke the screen door? Flopsy....yeah you get it. Well, Flopsy has since gone on to greener Easter grass, and my parents have both left this earth as well. So I think it's safe to admit....Flopsy didn't do all those things....I did. Flopsy...wherever you are in stuffed animal heaven, old friend, thanks for being such a great sport and never telling who really did all those bad things things you got blamed for.

Kay Springsteen

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One day I went into the room my twelve-year-old son shared with his eight-year-old brother and saw a Playboy centerfold taped on the wall. I almost passed out. My son, David, gave me a fish eye and when I asked him to take it down, he replied, "I can do what I want in my room".

I had visions of every fourth grade boy in the school begging my Stevie for a playdate so they could see this naked lady. Not to mention all the twelve-year-olds, soon to be David's best friends, coming around for a "viewing". My heart began to beat rapidly. After the boys became the most popular kids in school and boys were lined up outside our front door and down the block, the moms would become suspicious and want to know what's going on.

I had visions of 50 calls to children's services to report our underage porno parlor in David's bedroom. Newspaper headlines, TV cameras and foster care. My knees were growing weak. So I lied to my son. I told David the mothers of Stevie's friends would not allow their boys to come over and play if they knew about this busty naked lady on display on the wall. David didn't argue with me, he just took the picture down.

Only I knew the boys would NEVER tell their mothers about the picture! I breathed a sigh of relief David cared enough about his brother to put his stand for independence through Playboy on hold. This is a true story. If you have sons, be glad it's my story and not yours!

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