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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

TUESDAY TALES - FINDING LOVE IN SANTA'S THRIFT SHOP




Welcome. The word prompt this week is "letter". I'm back to posting a favorite story from the past that I am making into a book now. Thank you for stopping by. Please return to the great TT writers via the link below.
At nine o’clock, Santa’s Thrift Shop was empty, except for Giselle and her pug, Charlie. She put down her coffee and opened the envelope. In addition to her five thousand dollar bonus check, there was a letter. She read it carefully.

We’re offering to renew your five year contract, or since you want to
‘put down roots’, as you told me on
our last, meeting, we have another
option. We are expanding our design
business to offer online services.
We want you to head that up. You
could work at home and be
around the ‘special someone’ you alluded to.
Employees like you are rare, Giselle.
We’re hoping you’ll pick one of the
two options outlined in this letter.
Have a very merry Christmas and a

happy New Year.

Sincerely,
Bill Stevens
President
Office Originals
She didn’t hear the bells over the door tinkle as Will Benson entered.
“You’re here early.” His voice startled her. She jumped in her seat and the letter fell to the floor. He stooped to pick it up. She grabbed for it, but he held it out of her reach, reading it as he raised it above her head.
“Give me my letter, Will.”
“Not until I’ve finished.”
“It’s a federal offense to steal someone’s mail.” Her mouth formed a thin line.
He offered the paper to her.
“You’re some hotshot, eh?”
“I never said that.”
“Your boss thinks so.”
“Maybe.” She turned her back to him.
“Are you going to do it?”
“What?”
He pulled her around to face him.
“Go back to Europe.”
“What do you think I should do?” She cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Why should I care?” He shrugged.
She lost her breath as if he’d punched her in the belly. “You shouldn’t.” She squeaked out,
“That means you’re going to Europe?”
“I’m thinking of taking the online job.”
Silence filled the empty store. Will rested his hand on her cheek for a moment. Her gaze rose to his.
His gray eyes lost their cold, stormy look. His brows rose in a questioning stare. “Am I the special someone?”
“What do you think?” She crossed her arms and shot him a hostile look.
“Don’t play with me,” he said. 

7 comments:

Sarah Cass said...

Hehe...I'd love it if the special someone was her pug...might as well turn that kick in the gut around ;) No, seriously...love their interaction and want to see more.

V.L. Locey said...

Such wonderful interaction! And that man in your picture is incredibly handsome. *fans face*

Iris Blobel said...

Great dialogue. look forward to finding out about her decision

SherryGLoag said...

I'm surprised she didn't smack him one for reading her mail :-)Love the dialogue between them and want to know much more.

morgan said...

I'm curious if Will and Bill are the same person since both nicknames are based on William. Is it a secret twist or am I making too much out of it?

chrysnjay said...

The plot thickens. Love it!
Great story name too.
And - I want a Christmas bonus like that!

Jillian said...

whoa, yeah, that was a kick in her gut - why should he care? wow, great dialogue