October 1st, 2010 is the official release date for the Rogues Gallery Writers’ Writing is Easy short story collection/inspirational guide for writers and writers groups!
I meant to do this earlier, but here is a little taste of WIE. (Sorry, that sounds perverted!) This is an excerpt from my lengthy short story, The Blue-Collar Blues, which is a finalist for the 2010 Royal Palm Literary Awards in the published short story category. I hope you enjoy:
I grabbed my bag and hurried from the room. Down the stairs and into the parking lot. I pictured the look of shock on her face. It transformed into pain, and then anger. But I made it to my car, a Ford Mustang, without her yelling at me from behind. Inside, I could not see through the windshield because inches of dry snow coated it. Sounding like an old man fighting to catch his breath, the car took its time to start. The wipers cracked, then slowly moved, and blew most of the snow from my vision. I lit a cigarette, looked behind me, and began to ease from the parking space. And that’s when I heard it—the loud thud.
I whirled my head around to see Karli clinging to the hood of my car. This time she had enough sense to throw on her coat and boots before coming out; but still, she was hardly dressed for the weather.
“What are you doing? Are you crazy?”
“I’m not letting go . . . I’m not letting go!”
“Fine,” I said. I punched the gas, did reverse donuts in the snowy parking lot, and laughed hysterically the entire time. She hung on for a while like she was riding a mechanical bull, but eventually the centrifugal force got the best of her and flung her from the car. She rolled to a stop.
My laughter stopped instantly and so did my car. She could have been seriously injured. All because of me.
I was about to get out of the car and go to her aid when she popped up and ran toward the car with chunks of snow falling at her side.
“Don’t you dare le-eave me-e!”
I gunned it. Got the hell away and didn’t look back.