Well, I’ve been busy writing, Imagine that! Here’s a small sample from Indies Unlimited, which hosts a weekly flash fiction challenge at http://www.indiesunlimited.com/. Enjoy!
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Flash Fiction Challenge: Food Unchained
Posted on February 20, 2016 by Administrators
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Preston extended his arms and gestured around expansively. “It is pure Americana, snookums. I tell you, no one else is doing this. There is a fortune to be made here.”
Marina scowled, impatiently clicking her Prada heels on the floor. “Yes, the place is positively reeking of prosperity.”
“People complain all the time about chain restaurants replacing everything. What if there secretly was a chain of little diners like this – all different – unconnected by a unifying brand?”
Marina ran her finger over a dingy countertop. “Oh, I don’t know. Widespread food poisoning?”
Preston knew he needed Marina’s financial backing to make it happen, so he had to find a way to warm her to the notion…
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Marina’s Van Cleef & Arpels compact snapped shut. Preston sighed imperceptibly, taking care not to further agitate Marina before turning on a heel. “Coming, my dear.”
That old bitterness filled his palate again, but he hadn’t attained success without setbacks and hard work. Preston gained the esteem of Marina’s father by becoming his most valued employee. He couldn’t blame Marina for being born into such favor. When he promised her dying father he’d care for her he never imagined that promise would lead to marriage.
Being her husband pulled him increasingly away from work until it practically was his work. Benefits were marvelous, but Preston missed building successful entrepreneurial teams that embraced his core values—the same ethical values embraced by Marina’s father. Nonetheless, he wouldn’t start any venture without Marina’s approval.
Before Marina had secured her compact a little beauty pageant winner, still wearing her sash and crown, skipped through the door like a photo leaping off a wall. She smiled at Marina. “Hello. Isn’t this place marvelous? The shakes are simply sensational!”
“Adrianna, no talking to strangers.”
“Yes, Mother, but she’s a lady. May I sit in a swivel chair?”
Marina smiled wistfully at the girl before bowing her head. Realizing the girl looked identical to one he’d seen so often in picture frames and albums, Preston handed Marina his handkerchief before squeezing her shoulder.
“Preston, do all of these little diners have swivel chairs?”
“If not, I’m sure it could be arranged, my dear.”
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