Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Halloween Decor

Is there anyone in the world beside crazy Fiorella who would make a garland out of bats? Blame it on her kindergarten teacher who could do anything with scissors and paper. Did she ever realize how closely Fio watched her work her magic? HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Learning Pleasure

And here's the first page of a romance called Learning Pleasure that I'm thinking of putting on the market after I'm finished with Phillipa's story. It won a fair number of contests a while back.

 “How do you do, Mr. Graham,” Ann said, holding out her hand and hoping he wouldn’t take it. 
      Neil Graham was exactly the sort of man she tried to avoid--tall, handsome, and charming.  But handsome is as handsome does, and twelve years ago she had learned not to trust handsome any further than she could throw it.  She wasn’t too fond of height either, and risking a quick glance upward, she realized that the top of her head would barely reach his shoulder. 
            He shook her hand and smiled, revealing a dimple in his right cheek.  “I’m delighted to meet you, Ms. McCoy.  You’re my son’s favorite teacher.  He talks about you all the time.”  He winked.  “I think he’s got a crush on you.”
            “He--he’s a darling boy,” she answered in a tight voice, jerking her hand away before she had a full-blown panic attack.    
            Better to seem rude than crazy.  She readjusted her heavy, black-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose and backed up two discreet steps.  And better to seem crazy than ever again find herself in a situation she couldn’t escape from.


Monday, October 16, 2017

A Bit of a Bite

Lookee what Fiorella found in her document file--her never-published vampire novel, and here's a taste of it!

Tally huddled in the far corner of the back seat of the cab returning her to the ferry terminal.  It reminded her of her first trip to New York four years ago, covered with a dark sheet and curled up in the back seat of a limousine with heavily tinted windows.  She'd been seventeen then, confused and alone, heading toward the only sanctuary she knew.  Now she was twenty-two, confused and alone, with no sanctuary in sight.
            So, Helen had been right on the money about the effects of sexual excitement.  Tally curled her fingers into her palms.  There was blood beneath her nails.  Well, at least she hadn't bitten Stephen, but the thought of tasting him made her hunger surge again, almost painful in its intensity.  She pressed a hand to her stomach and studied the loutish cabbie's thick, fleshy neck.  Would anyone really miss him?
            No, Tally, you have a choice!  Even louts have families who love them.
            Breathing slowly and deliberately, she tried to calm herself.  She could handle this. In fact, she had prepared for emergencies like this.  Opening up her purse, she searched methodically for a small silver flask, unscrewed the lid, and lifted it to her lips., then rolled the thick, dark liquid on her tongue before letting it slide down her throat.  With all the insulation, the flask couldn't hold much, but it was enough.
            She licked lips and smiled in satisfaction.  God bless anti-coagulants.
            The cab driver's eyes followed her in the rear-view mirror.
            "Just for emergencies," she called from the darkness of the back seat, with what she hoped was a jaunty smile.

            He didn't reply but his eyes snapped back to the road again.  She took one more sip. Why had she thought she had to explain herself to him?  So what if some loutish cab driver thought she was an alcoholic?  He'd probably seen a lot worse--and at least he wasn't dead.


Sunday, October 15, 2017

Five Things Fiorella Has Learned about Middle-class Mexican Families from Her Telenovela

1) The women--the mothers and grandmothers--are the ones who run the families.

2) Everyone is always saying tranquila, but it doesn't have any effect.

3) Every home has its own trash can on the street, so if a mother wants to know what's being kept secret from her, she sorts through la basura.

4) All the women dress well, but remember, blondes or women with prominent facial moles are evil.

5) The family members have a special radar that draws them to the same large park at the same time so that despite living in a big city with several parks, they're always running into each other "unexpectedly."

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Change of Seasons

Fiorella heard the rustle of some leaves falling this morning, and wrote:
Be of good cheer
Autumn is here
Which means, my dear.
That winter is near

This little poem might not be as meaningful to Fiorella's friends in the northern reaches of the country as it is to her, but remember, where Fio lives, "cold" starts at 70 degrees and rarely sinks down to the freezing point.

Friday, October 13, 2017

What Fio Doesn't Understand

1)Fio doesn't understand why it is that sometimes she can transfer her photos from FB to her blog and sometimes she can't, like right now, which means you are missing out on is a nice picture of the lavender plants that Husband planted in the front-porch urns last week.

2)She also don't understand why she has to use FB as the intermediary, why she can't just unload pics from her phone onto her blog.

3)She also doesn't understand why the TV "guide" has stopped working and half her channels are now labeled "to be announced."

4)She also doesn't understand why her favorite shows get pre-empted for football games. Surely some better arrangement could be made.

5) She also doesn't understand why Lucifer and Big Bang Theory, the only two English-language shows that she watches, are scheduled on the same day and at the same time, forcing her to make a choice she doesn't want to make.

Thursday, October 12, 2017