Whew. Even though
the television pickings are fairly slim for the next week or so, still some
great stuff to watch.
Orphan Black, once again, didn't disappoint. One of the
things I love about this season is how nuanced the layers are. Every time
something is resolved, a new snag reveals itself. The enemy of yesterday is the
ally of today. Terrific writing and stellar acting make the entire show shine.
Wynonna Earp still makes me happy. I'm intrigued by the
little seeds dropped here and there and look forward to more of the origin
backstory.
The Last Ship starts next week and I can't wait to see
where things go. I'm kind of holding out hope some underhanded tactics are
being used regarding Rachel, but I won't hold my breath. This show loves to
kill off my favorite characters. LOL
I'm sadly not
overly excited about some of the other newer shows. Preacher didn't really grab me with the trailers and I never got
into Fear the Walking Dead. I do look
forward to the return of Killjoys and
Dark Matter, which should provide
some good fodder for my blog posts.
And that's it for
television this week.
Tonight's post is
from Laundry Night, a sexy short built around a writer's group prompt of:
choking, apartment laundry room, mismatched socks. I could not resist the
challenge of this one. LOL
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Dixie Stores has a thing for her hot neighbor Neece Bovary,
but he's heard all the rumors about her series of bad—and sometimes
loud—breakups. Determined to win him over, Dixie breaks a cardinal rule and
folds his laundry, mismatching the socks to get his attention, but gains the
wrong kind when the innocent prank goes awry.
And a snippety peek…
Dixie couldn't breathe. Her eyes
watered and her lungs burned. She stumbled out from behind the soda machine,
waving her hands frantically. Stupid potato chips. She should've known better
than to eat junk food.
Neece quickly strode to her side.
"Dixie? Are you okay?"
She jerked her head back and
forth, lifting her hands to her throat. The need for oxygen made everything go
fuzzy and gray. Neece whipped her around and pressed his hands against her
diaphragm, dislodging the food clogging her windpipe. Dixie gagged, but dragged
blessed air into her lungs, coughing and sputtering with tears streaming down
her face.
Neece pressed a tissue into her
hands and she wiped her eyes then quickly blew her nose. Her throat raw and
scratchy, she coughed one last time, finally clearing the last of the offensive
food. Neece put some change into the vending machine and selected water.
When the bottle dropped, he
retrieved it, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her. "Here, take a
drink, but go slowly."
She complied and sipped, the
blissfully cool liquid soothing her sore throat. She swallowed, relieved to
find the scratchy feeling gone.
She lifted her gaze. "Thank
you." The close call left her a little shaky and she braced her shoulders
against the wall. "I'm never eating potato chips again."
Neece crossed his arms over his
chest. "I take it you're the one who decided to play laundry fairy?"
Dixie lowered her gaze.
"Seemed like a fun idea at the time."
Neece rolled his eyes. "Let
this be a lesson learned. Never fuck with someone else's clothes."
Dixie slapped him on the
shoulder. "Hey, I almost choked to death for you. I think that earns me
some slack here." She started sorting his socks again, matching them
correctly this time. "Or maybe dinner." Why not go for broke?
Neece barked out a laugh.
"Yeah, right. How does you messing with my laundry and me saving your life
equate to me buying you dinner?" He started putting the matched pairs in
the basket.
His hand brushed hers and Dixie
glanced upward. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and she chuckled.
The man seriously did crazy things to her libido.
She tilted her head to one side.
"You know… you're right. How about I buy you dinner?" One finger
trailed along his forearm. "We could make dessert optional." She made
the double meaning clear by straightening her head and holding his gaze.
Neece leaned in close, his breath
fanning against her ear. "Now we're talking." He caught her hand in
his. "And dessert is my favorite part of the meal."
Dixie got what she
wanted, but definitely not the way she expected. LOL
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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