Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her three books of short stories available on Smashwords for only $1.99 and $0.99. https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack.There you can read the first story in each book for free. However, the stories are all different, so the sample stories may not be a true representation of the other stories.
Next week’s chapter will be written by Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this month. Keep your eyes peeled!
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“Yes, Jeremy.” Remy sighed. Why’s my life so difficult?
“Oh, jeepers. I forgot. You’ve been out sick.”
“You mean you have someone else besides Sam?”
“Irene! I don’t have Sam. And it’s not Sam. It’s Doctor Kendrick.”
“Okay, then. Let’s forget Sam – er, Doctor Kendrick. So, tell me. Who’s this Jeremy?”
“Oh, Irene. It’s complicated. Not sure I really want to talk about it.”
Irene glanced at her watch. “Come on. We have a few more minutes before the boss returns. Tell me.”
Remy proceeded to fill Irene in on what she had missed.
“Well, I think you should give him a chance. He sounds like a hunk.”
“He is. But I’m not sure. All that stuff with Barbara. And her being pregnant. That’s the worst. I couldn’t deal falling in love with someone who has a pregnant girlfriend, ex or not.”
“So, you have your date tonight. Feel him out.”
“Oh, Irene. I made that up. I don’t really have a date with him. When I left home this morning, he was there waiting, like he was stalking me or something. He said he’d stop by tonight.”
“Talk to him then. Find out more about this Barbara character.” Irene paused and stared out the window. “You know, she could be making all that up. Maybe she’s not even pregnant at all. What if she’s just doing whatever she can to get him back?”
It was Remy’s turn to pause. She stared out the window as Irene had done, wondering if she might discover some sort of answer. It seemed Irene had come up with a revelation from the great outdoors.
Remy sighed once more. No revelation for her. She did have to agree with Irene. Perhaps Barbara was making up stories to get back with Jeremy.
“Well, I’m going to lunch,” Remy said. “I have a couple of errands to run.”
Remy hated to lie, but she was entitled to a lunch break, even though the office closed at three on Saturdays. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Fine,” Irene said, before turning to her computer. Remy didn’t appreciate her tone of voice. Irene was a co-worker, not a friend. She wasn’t entitled to know everything about her life. Remy already regretted telling her as much as she had.
Remy had just unlocked the door to her car when her cell phone rang. It was Alison.
“No, I’m good. On lunch.” Remy donned her sunglasses after getting into the car.
“Sarah and I are going to the show tonight. You’re still coming, right?”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot we were going out.”
“Can’t miss Johnny Depp. He’s your fav, remember? Besides, we want to hear what happened with Jeremy. I tried you last night. You never called back.”
“Yeah, sorry. I was tired. Went to bed early.” Maybe the movie will cheer me up, she thought, even though the pirates’ movies are getting a bit old. But what about Jeremy? I don’t owe him anything. We don’t have a date, that’s for sure. I don’t want a date, truth be known.
“I’ll drive tonight. Pick you up at six, okay?”
“Sounds good,” Remy said.
Remy had barely disconnected from Alison, when the phone rang again.
“Unknown caller” flashed on the screen.
Catherine A. MacKenzie