A Last Visit to Blue Ink - Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you back one last time to my young adult paranormal thriller WIP, Blue Ink- The Skin Stalker. This book is now 99% finished and the excitement is taking me over! Soon, I will submit for publishing consideration, so, please wish me luck.  For this week's word prompt, we use "package", very appropriate for a book about a killer, don't you think?

"When Colin returned from the run, The Skin Stalker was still in the same location.  He noticed Colin look around, as if he felt The Skin Stalker’s presence.  The Skin Stalker smiled and knew he rattled Colin’s steely reserve.  Could he already know Maggie’s fate?  Colin was such a self-centered person. The Skin Stalker knew that not even Maggie’s death would interfere with his daily activities-therefore, he imposed the foul tasting reminder for the next day or so.  If anything, The Skin Stalker wondered if he would even mourn. “Maybe for the loss of a good piece of action?” The Skin Stalker smirked at Colin’s lack of empathy. 

Making his way through his front door, Colin stopped by the active TV for any updates that may have occurred during his hour absence.  Flipping through the channels, he saw nothing new from various broadcast stations. Time to move on to a new distraction.  Needing a thorough scrubbing, Colin undressed in the laundry room, hung his sweaty clothing on the rack beside the washing machine, and walked naked to his stand up shower.

Colin’s exquisite bathroom perfectly suited his manliness.  He had not only a two person glassed in shower, complete with staggered multi shower heads, but, a deep Jacuzzi soaking tub as well.   It amused him that the immense space also held a bidet.  Of which he still was not accustomed.  However, knowing it was there added to the charm and sophistication of the lavish space.  Appearances were an important part of the “Colin package.”

The strong hot spray against his fatigued muscles worked surprisingly well to relax him. He dried himself quickly and dressed in casual clothing.  He did not plan to go into the office today, but, he would definitely be working from home.  Colin’s stomach growled and he realized it had been about 16 hours since he had last eaten.  Needing coffee, Colin went into the kitchen to start a fresh pot. He opened the cabinet above the coffeemaker, looking for filters.  He located an unopened supply, however, absolutely no coffee to fill it with."
Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word "package".


V.L. Locey said…
Great read and good luck!
Native NYer said…
Sounds like Colin is a sexy package himself. Looking forward to knowing him better and the Skin Stalker!
Lindsay said…
Screams hysterically there's no coffee.
Other than that love the ddescription
Tai Vicari said…
Good Luck with your submission. Oh Colin, with all your conveniences you're out of coffee. That is a fate worst than death. LOL.

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