excerpt from women’s fiction novel | Leslie A. Lindsay| Writer & Creative

Fiction Friday: Back to the Beginning. Annie & Synesthesia

By Leslie Lindsay I may have finished the manuscript, but now I am going back in and adding–well–color, depth, bringing the darn thing alive. Here’s a flashback which stands as a prologue (for now), and gives some glimpse into Annie’s inner mind. Annie 18 years ago Senior Year “With the school day now behind me, I pace in front of the post office, another job I couldn’t possibly do. Too many numbers and letters. They would all be screaming at me in color. My planner is filled with assignments—busy-work, mostly—they try to keep us seniors engaged in the spring time. Spring Fever, they call it. I’m on to their game. A gentle breeze floats past, all tangerine swirls and warm vanilla. I inhale deeply, expecting the smell of an orange sickle. Nothing. This time, I see only the breeze. Next to the post office is Dr. Frick’s office. A hard, splintery name. Frick. As in “what the frick is this about?” Her voice is gritty and rumbling, her face worn. She looks like a frick. …

Fiction Friday:

Published by Always with a Book

By Leslie Lindsay Back to that novel of mine. Revisions are still underway, thought you’d like to see what I am up to with Slippery Slope. [remember, this is original fiction. Your ideas for improvement are greatly appreciated] “I storm out of Steve’s driveway, backing the Odyssey out while punching in Joe’s number. He picks up on the first ring. “Hi, sweetie. How are things going? Make it to Pat Cooper’s office?” “Pat? Who?” I narrow my eyes. “You know. The message. This morning. Mystery shopper.” “Oh…yeah,” I feign recognition. “Just leaving his office now.” I look to the homes lining the streets, big and new. Not Pat Cooper’s office. “Listen, I need to pop in to Target for a minute. Madi needs some Pull-Ups.” “Okay. Don’t worry about us. We’re heading to the hardware store after we finish at the park. Love ya, hon!” “Joe, you have no idea how much I love you.” I say and I mean it. I hear a smile on the end …