Saturday, November 10, 2007

Excerpt...
She ducked into a small pub, she'd just get a little drink to relax… she ordered…. And sat there lost in thought over her mother's phone call and not quite aware of the stares she drew. The sight of this leggy brunette in a tailored suit walking in had gathered a little attention. The watering hole's usual company consisted of bikers, retired police force and a couple of cheap

Mechanics. She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by a kid asking if the seat next to her was taken. He must have been young because he was obviously pulling for something to say. He glanced over at her and said "what do you drink?" startled she looked toward the bar and noticed three glasses in front of her stool. "Thanks but I just can't" she used her old standby "I have to get home, babysitter's off at 9" At that moment she glanced down at her watch to see that it was already 10:13 and, today, the babysitter really was off at 9…



As she strode to her car in the parking garage across the street she called the babysitter… "Oh, don't worry about it! Robby only fought about an hour before bed tonight. Did you have to work late?" Her tone really suggested that she was expecting a little extra money tonight…


Normally she would have scolded herself for such a dangerous mistake, "what if the babysitter had something planned tonight?" but tonight she was numb, she just wanted to go home, whatever that meant… when she arrived at the house she paid the babysitter and checked on Robby. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of scotch, drank it; poured another she might as well finish what she started at the watering hole. Kicking off her heels, she removed her earrings and set them on the counter. She went into her room and circled the comforter around herself sitting Indian style. She stared at her reflection in the full length mirror at the end of the bed. Since she got her job at the bank, she was immaculately groomed 24/7 so that even when she was sick anymore, nobody could tell, her hair always looked great, her nails always done… but she saw a different picture now. Her mascara ran and her hair clip had fallen out somewhere in the kitchen. She looked startlingly like her mother here, always cupping a glass of something, always looking disheveled. She wondered if her mother and she were still in struggle like this. Sipped her drink… then she unbuttoned her shirt and flipped her right shoulder out, fought to turn around in the blanket until she could see it in the mirror. There, a paintbrush, a long black handle and bushy bristles soaked in red and blue paint… her life, her legacy. "It's my life" she said pointedly, almost childishly at the mirror. She stretched her legs out in front of her, curled them around and stroked her ankle where another tattoo rested, this one was simpler; in an elegant font it read "Omni vindi amour" love conquers all. It has conquered hasn't it? She wasn't sure, She smiled and got out of bed. Went down the hall, one, two doors to Robby's room, he was such a beautiful, dark child. Her dreamer she gazed at him from the doorway, his thick eyelashes fluttered against the pillow probably in some wonderful adventure about princes and dragons. She crawled up next to him and gathered his frame in her arms, held him tight… "My little prince" she cooed at him "I love you"



**Part of the book i'm writing you guys tell me what you think.

***Andrea
I think u are a good writer

***sarah
wow! very good!!