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Romance Writers Weekly: Flash Fiction

The Romance Writers Weekly blog hop this week is a Flash Fiction Challenge: In 500 words or less using the words trapeze, oranges and sidewalk by Leslie Hachtel.

Apples and Oranges

The sidewalks all but rolled up in Maple on Sundays. Townies fled to

nearby Talbot for a movie, fast food or fine dining. Liz fumbled through the grocery’s pyramid of apples as the object of her crush bagged a few navel oranges. The few times she’d seen Mr. New Guy, he shopped alone in Snopes.

The tiny grocery, true to its name as gossip central, had somehow managed a CafeOLatte franchise. Since Mr. New Guy had paid for her Mocha Latte the time she’d forgotten her wallet, Liza had begun to schedule her lunch time walks to coincide with his afternoon coffee addiction.

Liz glanced his way again.

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What possessed a seemingly single man to move from a metropolis to a one stoplight town? Locals had surmised he’d been fired from his position at a big law firm and decided to take on the nickel and dime lawless type of Maple.  Even on business days, he didn’t dress like a lawyer, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, like today. He filled them like a rugged cowboy. “How are you liking Maple?” she asked.

He spun the produce bag close, sending the citrus into a blur of orange. “I grew up in a place like this. It’s more my speed. In Chicago, I felt like I was on a trapeze, trying to catch one slippery bad guy after another.”

“So rumors the rumors are true, you were a prosecutor.” She smiled.  “I’m Liz. Thanks again for covering my coffee the other day.  May I return the favor?”

“Matt.” His hazel eyes brightened as he extended his hand.  “Thanks, I developed an addiction to the stuff while working late nights on cases.”

She enjoyed his firm grip and imagined how a massage from him might feel. It’d been three years since a man’s touch had made her tingle. “There’s not too many hard core cases to keep you up around here. You might need to find a new evening pastime to enjoy with your addition.”

He arched a brow. “Is that an invitation, Liz?”

Liz felt her cheeks burn. “I always try to be neighborly.”

“What’s there to do here in the evenings?” He gave her a quizzical look.

“Not much.” She laughed while selecting her finally apple. “I usually walk the dog. It gets me outside after cooking for the town’s bed and breakfast. By the way, I’ve been told I make a scrumptious apple pie.”

“Apply is my absolute favorite and my Lab would probably love for me to take him for an evening stroll.”

Her stomach fluttered at his wink. “Great, now let’s get you that coffee, I have a pie to bake.”

Continue on the hop with Brenda Margriet’s flash fiction.

Flash Fiction: A Photographer and Insurance Agent Meet

RWW bannerThis week on Romance Weekly – Fiona Riplee asks for a flash fiction of five hundred words or less  for a cute meet between a professional photographer and an insurance agent.  Check out Fiona’s post who is ahead of me on the hop. I already had an idea for a steamy to erotic story about a photographer on the Outer Banks of NC, so this post helped me write the heroine and hero’s first meeting:

bigstock-Surfer-In-Studio-3798270During the final heat, McKenzie held the shutter button, snapping shots of both surfers ripping through the waves using amazing cutbacks. She’d need to up load the pics to her editor before dinner time to make the deadline for the current issue Surf Zone.

After removing the elephant gun lens, she clicked on the standard lens for some casual pics of the competitors gathered around the judges’ area. All young and hot. She sighed in memory of the wild times you used to have at the competition after parties.

Now pushing thirty-five, she’d just a beer, offer congrats to the winners and upload the shots that paid the bills rather than be labeled a cougar. A least she hadn’t resorted to getting a cat…yet.

Before she turned for the crowd, another surfer caught the biggest wave of the day. Mesmerized she admired his grace and confidence. Not a hotshot, but definitely a worth some digital space on her card. She rushed to the shoreline and zoomed in with the fifty-five to two hundred fifty millimeter lens.

After he finished a set, she waited as he waded from the shallows.

“Nice rides.” She grinned.

He swiped a hand to his short hair that had started to gray at the temples. Dark lashes outlined his ice blue eyes. “Nothing like those guys.” He smiled, nodding to the group wearing numbered surf shirts.”

“I’m McKenzie Pratt.” She extended her hand.

“I remember.” He grinned, accepting the handshake.

Shit. She’d partied hard, but she’d always remembered names and faces. And she’d definitely remember his hot body. “Refresh my memory.”

“Kyle Tate. I used to compete, but I was also the insurance agent when you had your camera equipment stolen about a dozen years ago.” He unhooked the board leash from his ankle.

“Back when agents actually saw the customers about claims.” Talk about having matured. Lord, he found the weight room and learned to groom his sexy stubble .So what was he doing now, besides making her drool?

“Yeah, it was more interesting then.” He winked. “I switched to handling annuities and also run wild horse sightseeing tours in Corolla.”

“Yeah? I’d like to get some pictures while I’m in town.” And spend some time sightseeing him.

“You staying on Hatteras tonight?” He checked his watch.

She placed the lens cap on her camera. “I gotta upload today’s pictures to my editor and then I’m headed back to my sister’s in Nags Head.”

“How about dinner at The Dunes?”

She knew the place. How could she say no? “Sure, then I can book a tour to catch a tour to see the ponies tomorrow.”

“Let me get my phone.” He motion for her to follow him. “I’ll make is a personal tour if you like.”

She liked the innuendo and knowing glint in his gaze. “Personal is always better.”

Next on the hop is Jenna Da Sie. Let’s find out how her photographer and insurance agent meet.