All posts tagged: NIP

Fiction Friday: To Return, or Not to Return

By Leslie Lindsay Another piece from my novel-in-progress.  This is a section from a chapter in which a married woman is considering returning a long-lost book to a former boyfriend.  [Remember, it’s fiction.  Remember, it’s original.  If you like great–if you don’t, that’s okay too.  But please don’t claim as your own.  Thanks.  And enjoy reading it].          I could mail the book to Steve’s home.  I had his address, after all.  The solid-looking two-story presented itself in my mind’s eye.   The Estates of Cherrydale Farms.           I’d been there before.  I could go there again.  I wouldn’t have to see him.  I could just slip it into his mailbox or tuck it onto the threshold of the front door. It’s what any good friend or neighbor might do.  How many times had I returned a casserole dish to a neighbor in our own cul-de-sac, leaving it on her wicker bench sitting atop her front porch with a note of thanks, praising her culinary skills?  Or, the times I got a random itch to bake and …

Fiction Friday: Ice-Cream Truck

By Leslie Lindsay  (image from http://www.giantrobot.com/news/typewriters-lasting-in-india/attachment/typewriter/)  Welcome to another addition of Fiction Friday starring my novel-in-progress.  Okay, “star” is a premature descriptor.  How about white dwarf, instead?  This scene takes place at a drive-in ice cream place like Sonic.  It’s a young-love flashback.  Guy wants girl back.  Let me know what you think.  [Remember, this is an original work of fiction.  Not to be borrowed or stolen without proper credit, and in some cases, moolah].             At that moment Steve reached over to me in the cab of his new truck and placed his hand on my left knee.  An electric zing shot through my body, starting at the place where his large, lean, mechanical hand rested on me, reaching all the way down to my toes, making them tingle, back up through my solar plexus to my head making me feel dizzy and all liquid-y inside.  His touch made me melt, like my oatmeal cookie dough ice cream had.             I turned to face him but before I could say anything, his hand clasped my …