Stormy Love (Blog Hop Story)

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Mandatory words: flea, river, denim, creeper, catastrophe

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Clarissa circled the arrow cursor slowly around the on-screen prompt with her computer mouse.

“Am I crazy?” she asked, glancing up at her feline companion resting on a shelf above the monitor, one back paw dangling down the screen. Stormy was her boy, a gray fluffy ball that curled up next to her at night upon the old denim shirt. Clarissa gave the cat a soft scratch behind his ears. She chuckled. “You realize, Stormy, you’ve been the only true love in my life for the last nine years? You’re far less a flea bag than some of the fellas who’ve been through here.”

Yes. She was crazy, talking to a cat.

And her love life was a catastrophe. Grabbing her wine glass, she took in a long sip of robust Chianti. She could feel the buzz flowing through her veins like a gentle river current.  The pulsing angst from the day’s event was down to a dull throb. Drinking always helped… for a while anyway. It usually got her into trouble too, depending on where she was.

By day, Clarissa was a confident, high-profile editor for the most prestigious fashion magazine in New York. Threads had launched her status and placed her on the map as one of the most well respected editors in the industry. But her power on top was equally matched in weakness when it came to love.

“I’m safe tonight, Stormy. It’s just you and me buddy.” Clarissa glanced back at the computer screen. “Should I just go for it? Get away for a while?”

She pushed away from the desk with a heavy sigh. Wine glass in hand she wandered over to the window and looked out at the magnificent sky line view. The moon was bright, floating freely against the dark night.

Maybe 1:00 in the morning isn’t the best time to make this decision, she thought, drinking in another sip of wine. Or when I’ve consumed so much vino.

This was Ryan’s fault. What did he think would happen, coming into her office unannounced and backing her into a corner… both literally and emotionally.

The familiar song of Skype’s incoming call echoed through her living room. Stormy, clearly annoyed by the interruption, jumped down from the shelf.

“I bet I know who that is, Storm,” Clarissa said walking back to the computer.

She clicked the Answer icon and Ryan’s face appeared.

“Hey Ry.”

“Hey Clarissa. I figured you’d still be up,” he paused, “Chianti?”

“Yep.”

“You okay?”

“No, Ryan! How could you do that to me? At work!”

“Claire. I asked you to marry me,” Ryan said with hurt in his eyes.  “I’m not some creeper who stalked you or something. What’s wrong? Talk to me. Have dinner with me tomorrow. Please?”

Clarissa let out a frustrated sigh.

After a moment of thought she said, “I can’t. I’m leaving town.” She minimized Ryan’s face and clicked Confirm Purchase.

One round-trip ticket to Tahiti. I’m out of here.

11 thoughts on “Stormy Love (Blog Hop Story)

    1. Leanne

      Thanks so much Tony! I appreciate you reading it. 🙂 I am new to writing fiction, and I find my stories trend toward romance and/or dark fiction… or both–dark romance? Is that a thing? 🙂

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    1. Leanne

      Thanks Scott! Yeah, I’m on a Tahiti kick these days. In fact I realized this story goes with another tale I started a couple months back that’s set in Tahiti. Perhaps I am trying to write the full story? Not sure yet.

      Thanks so much for reading and your kind words! 🙂

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  1. Christopher Shawbell

    Leanne,
    You wrote in a reply that you’re new to writing fiction. Very surprised to read that because you crafted an excellent scene here. Two things that are exceptional to me: 1; very good depth and history on your MC in such a short piece. I see her past, her rise as and editor, and after learning what you offered, I was able to continue painting pictures—I even had a feel for her flat, near downtown on the 20-something floor. 2; was how you pulled all this off… you came into the scene as late as possible, and then left as early as possible, and still told us all we need to know—the cardinal rules for scene writing.
    My nomination thus far is for your piece. Again, well done.

    ~Chris

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    1. Leanne

      Chris, thanks so much for your response. I truly appreciate your kind feedback and your ability to articulate specifically what you enjoyed. Thank you for taking time to read the story and for the wonderful commentary. It means a lot! 🙂

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  2. Carrie Sorensen

    I love your use of the mandatory words. They flowed so smoothly and your scene is great. I’m a runaway person, myself, so I completely understand your MC, and wouldn’t mind the funds for that kind of trip, myself! 🙂

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