Thursday, 22 September 2011

Romantic Friday Writers - Blue Moon

This week I’m posting my entry to Romantic Friday Writers a day early. Since I did a post on Monday, I’m skipping the ThrustyTM Thursday post this week.

The RFW challenge this week is to write a piece of flash fiction/poem/excerpt of 400 words max with the theme of Blue Moon.

I’ve chosen a snippet from my current work-in-progress, a contemporary romance titled Just My Luck. To see the previous snippet from this manuscript go to Romantic Friday Writers: Lunch Date.

In this scene Wale and Trina are still having lunch in the restaurant. Unable to resist her effusive charm, he kisses her. However they are interrupted by an unhappy customer. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think at the end.

Word Count: 398 (MPA)
“Some people have no shame behaving like that in broad daylight. This is Lagos, not Los Angeles.”

Brought back to cold reality, Trina heard the condescending voice of a woman. She turned in its direction. It was the woman seated alone at the next table. The same woman she’d mentally tangled with earlier when she’d taken Steve’s call. With a superior attitude, nose up in the air, the woman stuffed her book into her bag keeping her eyes averted as she mumbled something Trina couldn’t hear. In such a euphoric mood, Trina couldn’t come up with a quick retort to shut the woman up, as would’ve been her response in any other situation.

At the moment, she lacked the power of speech. Blown away...gobsmacked...tongue-tied, a very rare occurrence. In fact, she would have to check if there was a blue moon rising tonight. It was probably the first time in her adult life she couldn’t talk. All because of Wale’s spontaneously mind-blowing kiss.  He, on the other hand, seemed to have no such problems.

“Some people obviously have no manners. Otherwise they would know when to mind their own business.”

Wale turned, fixing an imposing glare on the woman, his tone even more arrogant than hers. The cool unruffled gentleman had disappeared replaced by a menacing combatant. His controlled rage only visible via the ticking vein on his forehead. The woman visibly shrank back.

Trina’s breath caught in her throat in pleasant surprise that he’d intervened. People rarely came to her defence. She could more than handle herself in any situation. Very few people out-matched her in a verbal wrangle. It was good to know that despite Wale’s quiet brooding demeanour, he could still rise to the challenge. An image of him rising to the challenge in other ways popped into her head sending a warm shiver down her back.

Before Trina could ponder how many other ways Wale could rise, the woman huffed in outrage, picked up her bag and walked towards the restaurant doors. A smile crept into Trina’s face as a waiter stopped the woman before she could walk out.  She’d obviously forgotten to pay her bill in her conceited rush to be rid of them. Trina could see the subdued look of embarrassment on her face as she apologised to the waiter and walked to the till. Yes, some poetic justice! Trina cheered silently.

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