This week for Tuesday Tales, we have a picture prompt week and this one is really pretty, I think.
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The next day, she arrived at Amos’ place before it opened. Her car and Johnny’s were the only ones in the parking lot. She’d braided her hair again and tucked the plaits in her orange beret that matched the floral patterned knit shirt she paired with an old pair of jeans.
Amos was making burgers at the grill and Johnny was cutting onions. A bartender stood at the bar making a variety of martinis. Some were light colored and some were darker. They varied from light pink to purple. “Hey guys. Good to see you.” Kat breezed in and put on an act that everything was fine and normal. She nodded toward the bartender. “What’s up with the festive drinks?”
“We’re trying some new recipes for ladies night,” Amos said.
“Did you have a nice time on tour with Paul?” Johnny asked.
“It was cool, yeah. Interesting to see how it all works from the inside. It’s a lot more work than I ever imagined it would be for sure.”
Amos was silent but Johnny continued the conversation, “Did you get a chance to see any of the city or did you spend all the time with the crew?”
“We spent a lot of time either at the venue or at the hotel. It doesn’t seem as if a lot of sightseeing takes place. In fact, if we hadn’t gotten on his plane a couple of times, each place could’ve been the same city for all I could tell.”
“I’ve heard that from Paul before.” Johnny grabbed a tomato and starting slicing.
“I’m glad I went but I’m happy to be home.
This is my fall story I wrote last year about a small town fall festival in the 1920s. I based the story in the town where my parents grew up and named the main characters after my great-grandparents. I cheated a little on the dates since they would’ve been older in the 1920s than I have them in the story. Here’s the review:
“Carver’s Fall takes you back into the world of small town America in the 1920’s. I love the language and the atmosphere created by Ms. Chantal. But what I loved most of all were the sweet characters. Carver Fowler and Mallie Phillips were like real people to me. Perhaps because the author took the names of her distant relatives. I felt like I knew them and was drawn into their world.
The language is evocative and descriptive. I could see Mallie’s dresses. The mystery kept me turning the pages to find the culprit. My only complaint was that the story ended too soon. I was sucked in and put down other books to finish this one. Bravo, Ms. Chantal. You’ve created a delightful historical slice-of-life.”
One of my absolute favorite writers ever was born October 16, 1854 and died much too soon (age 46) in November, 1900. Yesterday was the 160th anniversary of his death. Imagine what he could’ve done had he lived longer? He was so witty and his books and plays were delightful. I wish we had more. Everyone has heard of The Picture of Dorian Gray and The Importance of Being Earnest but have you read Lady Windermere’s Fan? It’s a super neat short story/play. I also love An Ideal Husband and recommend A Woman of No Importance.
I just adore his twists in his work as well as the repartee between the characters. He’s so amusing and his voice is fresh even compared to today’s writings. To me, that’s the mark of genius for sure.
If you’ve never read Oscar, you’re missing out.
I wanted to see his grave in Paris when we went but we never even found the cemetery, much less his gravesite. – Oscar died in Paris of meningitis after ear surgery. Gone too soon.
I just found this review of Tequila Mockingbird and I’m pretty chuffed about it. I especially love how the reviewer says I know the courtroom. YAY! AND that she liked the secondary characters. The best friend of the hero, Jimbo, is one of my favorite secondary characters I’ve ever created. He’s fun, quirky and yet deadly. Buy link
. Tequila Mockingbird | http://www.indtale.com//
Kestrel Falco — Kes to his friends — has left Los Angeles, his family and friends, and a flourishing career to work as an undercover agent for the Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA) in Mexico. When he returns to testify in a case he is thrown back into the old crowd and into the sights of his ex-fiancé’s friend; Rachel Newsome. Rachel finds the new and improved Kes gorgeous in spite of her friend’s claims to his bad character. But when her sister is kidnapped, she can’t turn to the police and finds herself needing Kes’ help.
Chantal has developed unique and interesting characters with plenty of back-story without the fatal information dump. Important secondary characters even feel real. Twists and surprises keep the reader glued to the pages while enjoying the settings at a “safe” distance. The conflicts entwined are multidimensional – the tension and lack of communication of characters – and believable rather than limp. The same avoidance borders on frustrating for the reader though, knocking the rating down a half star. The novel is well written; Chantal obviously knows her courtroom and has a good grasp of the workings of the DEA, making this a credible and enjoyable read!
Here we are, another Tuesday, another Tale. The word prompt this week is letter. I was going to do something really cool and use letter of the law ( I am a lawyer, after all) but I just couldn’t work it in like I wanted even though I had my characters talk about the law. This is all I could do to work in the word letter.
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Kat ended the call and shoved the phone into her purse so hard she almost ripped the lining.
“Friend of yours?” Paul looked over and quirked his brows.
“Very funny. It was David. He accused me of running over his foot. He followed me when I left Amos’. When he knocked on the window of my car, I took off and it seems I may have broken his toes.”
“Do you really believe that load of rot?”
“Sounds feasible to me.”
Paul backed out of the parking space. “Do me a favor and call the hospital—better yet—call one of your mates who David would let know if he was having some medical issue. I think you’ll find the man is a liar.”
“You really think so?”
“I do but you know what really concerns me?”
“What’s that?” Kat leaned on one hip and watched Paul’s profile as he drove toward the restaurant and her car.
“He’s at your house and from what I could hear on this end, he’s not leaving. Do you have somewhere you can stay until you can take legal action to keep him away?”
“Legal action? Do you really think I need to go that far?”
“I do. He’s a walking disaster. I’d call him the British word that I really think he is but it’s not fit for your ears.”
“My ears are hardly virginal.”
“Never mind that. What about my question? Do you have a place you could stay?”
“Not really. I moved here a few years ago and have only made male friends who live bachelor lifestyles. I imagine most of them wouldn’t want me in their space. Obviously, I could go to a hotel but I really don’t want to leave my home. If I do that, he wins.”
“If he breaks in and harms you, he wins.” They arrived at the Wok and Roll parking area. Paul pulled his car next to hers. “We have plenty of room. Come stay with us. I’ll follow you home for you to pack some items.”
“No.” Kat shook her head. She wasn’t going to be a victim again. Not happening. “I’m going home and am going to sleep in my own bed.”
Paul reached across and took her hands in his. “Not to be flip, but I don’t think writing the man a letter of resignation as his friend is going to be the way to go. I believe you can’t merely brush off his behavior. He seems obsessed and people like that are dangerous and unpredictable.”
“I have a gun and I know karate. I’ll be fine.”
“Listen to me. Please. You may be able to defend yourself but how will you live with it if you have to kill someone to protect yourself? That’s a hard thing to get over.”
“How do you know that?”
“A family member. Not me but someone close to me.”
“If I don’t stand up for myself, I lose all respect and I can’t allow that.”
“Lose whose respect?”
I’ve blogged about this before but I still don’t get it. Why do most girls these days not want to be part of the families they marry in to? It seems to be an epidemic as I hear it a lot from people I know that they have the same issues.
I’m sad today because even though it’s a good day for my son- it’s his first wedding anniversary- I am hit anew (right in the face is my perception) with the fact that my daughter-in-law wishes my son was the only one of our family in her life. It hurts my feelings every time she posts pictures on FB of “her” wedding (and she went nuts posting this morning) and only posts shots of her, my son and her family. It’s like we weren’t even there. I feel like she would say – if she could get away with it-“Thanks for the use of your uterus to grow my husband and thanks for raising him. Now, go away and never come back.”
She seems to forget he’s partially the awesome man he is because we raised him to be kind, polite, trustworthy, a hard worker and to love with his whole soul. But for us, he may have been a different person.
This may all sound petty of me but there you go. It is what it is. My own mother-in-law didn’t like me and it was a hard thing to take- I’m in the opposite role now- I like the girl but she doesn’t like me,
I prayed their whole lives that the situation would be different when my sons married. So far, with one married, it isn’t. AND I know it’s not just my imagination when the second son, who is not married, tells me all the time that he is going to do better for me. If he sees it, it has to be obvious, right?
Anyway, I can normally go about my day and not think about this lack in my life but today, I feel like I’ve been slapped. My husband can brush it off and wonders why it hurts me so much but I guess I’m more sensitive than he is.
The Arc De Triumphe was erected by Napoleon in 1806 as a monument to the soldiers who fought and died in the French Revolutionary War as well as the Napoleonic Wars. It is engraved with the names of the battles (French victories) as well as the generals who led France to the victories. The design was modeled after the Arch of Titus in Rome. Napoleon was a massive fan of the Romans and their emperors so he wanted something equally as grand (this author’s opinion here).
The place is massive and sits in the middle of a very busy roundabout at end of the Champs Elysees. It is reached by an underground tunnel that takes you under the street. There is a Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (which I couldn’t get on the correct side to take a photo) which is from WWI.
The carvings on the sides and the top are absolutely stunning. It’s really a masterpiece of construction. Click on the interior ceiling picture and check out the craftsmanship. Impressive. Further reading here.