Picture prompt week! We have a snippet from a new story, still forming, that will be book 5 in The Manhattan Dinner Club series. This is Kate's untitled story. Thank you for stopping by.
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Kate looked out the window, watching fluffy flakes
falling steadily. Pulling a blanket tighter around her shoulders, she returned
to her chair by the fire. Her pug, Lulu, curled into a ball on a cushion next
to the blaze. Kate opened her cell and dialed.
“I’m stranded, Terry. The furnace isn’t working
and I think my car battery died. Motor won’t turn over.”“What do you want me to do? It’s Thanksgiving. I’ve got plans.
We’re not married anymore. You wanted that old wreck, Kate. Deal with it.”
“But it’s freezing up here. Snowing, too.”
“Throw another log on the fire and figure it out. I’m not coming up there to rescue you. Those days are over.”
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Terry had always taken care of the things like the furnace. Kate had no idea what to do and it was Thanksgiving. She had tried one or two repair numbers, but went to right voicemail.
No one was fixing furnaces. They were gathering with their family and friends in cozy, warm houses while she froze alone.
“Hey, lady, I was wondering if you wanted to catch brunch with me this morning.”
“Jeff?” Kate blew out a breath as she explained she wasn’t in the city. She recounted her plight before wishing him a happy holiday and hanging up. She prepared a bowl of cereal and piled up all the blankets she could find. Kate and her pug huddled together. Warmed by the flames, they dozed.
Two hours later, there was a loud knock. She yawned and padded across the room. Surprise mixed with relief when she opened the door.
“Jeff?”
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