Tuesday Tales and a Groovy New Year!
Happy December Tuesday Tales... Today, I return to my current WIP, a Game of Inches,
for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week our group writes to the word prompt, new year. opens so many possibilities, doesn't it? Let's peek in on when Lola and Marty first met. Happy New Year everyone!!
“C’mon, you’re
gonna miss the ball drop.” I threw a
handful of popcorn in Lola’s direction.
“I will reiterate,
back around Halloween when you asked if I wanted to watch the ball drop on New
Year’s Eve, I believed you invited me to New York.”
“If I was gonna
take you to New York for the New Year, we’d at least be sharing a bed.” I raised
my eyebrows a few times.
“Aw, chex
mix, Marty. Why’d you have to go and drag sex into our friendship?” Lola pulled
a few fluffy popped kernels out of her curls. She settled in next to me on the
couch. “Do you think Dick Clark is immortal?”
I studied
the wrinkled image of the famous host with a crooked smile. On my sixty inch
screen, the man looked every bit his age, whatever century he was in. “He could
be a vampire.”
“Stop with
the vampire scene, I can’t ever imagine any of that will be as famous as Harry
Potter.”
“You might
have a point there, kiddo. But, don’t be surprised if the supernatural trend is
here to stay for a while.”
“Why can’t
folks just fall in love without all the magic mumbo jumbo? Why does life have
to be more anything? Am I not just as
interesting as, let’s say, Buffy?”
“Now you’re
messing with a legend. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was every boy’s dream show.
Sarah Michelle Gellar, beautiful enchantress.”
“This conversation
is going nowhere. We are talking about fictional people like they’re real. What
do you want from life, Marty? Do you want to travel? Would you like to have a
family?”
Lola stepped
on sensitive ground when she started talking about me having kids. “I’ve been
patient, just not sure what I want yet.” I can’t let her know how much I like
her, we haven’t been talking that long. “I’m playing life by ear. What about
you? Are you making any resolutions?”
Lola
frowned, her eyes glazed over staring at the television. The little clock in
the corner counted down the last five minutes of the calendar. “Sincerely, it's
going to take more than a new year to fix my life.”
Comments
I agree with Jean, that last sentence is the powerhouse of the snippet.