Sunday, August 28, 2022

Callie Ch 8 by Leanne Dyck (inspired by the writing life) "Just the Two of Us"

 Chapter Seven: With a job that supports her writing and Aurora realizing how important Callie is to her process, prepare for a happy ever after ending.

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Callie

Chapter Eight

I remember the day it happened. I was taking a bus to the grocery store. A couple got on and sat in the seat in front of me. She turned around, "Hey, I know you."

She didn't look familiar. I racked my brain trying to figure out where we could have met.

"At the Starving Artist," she said.

"I was your w--."

"Look, honey." She nudged her boyfriend...husband. "She's that writer we like."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Aurora Corbin and I'm a writer." From that day on, I knew who I was.

Thank you for reading Callie.

I hope you enjoyed this story.



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September on this Blog...

You may know that I write to adults and children. You probably know that I write short stories. You may not know that I write memoirs. I will make room on this blog... 

Sunday, August 21, 2022

Callie Ch 7 by Leanne Dyck (inspired by the writing life) "Open Mic Night"

 Chapter Six: Aurora takes the job as a server at The Starving Artist and seals her fate with Callie. Do you think she made the right decision? What would you have done?

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Callie

Chapter Seven

Friday after Friday, my co-workers kept pressuring me. "Tonight?" and "Come on get up there."

Clearly sharing my stories was an expectation. If I didn't join in would I lose my job? Fear that the answer was yes drove me out of the audience to the microphone. The lights were low; the bar was crowded. I read my words with emphasis the way I'd rehearsed.

 Alone with Him

Applause accompanied me back to my table and there he waited--the first guy to hit on me since Rupert. I soaked up the attention and joined him in his cab.

He led me to his bedroom. The bed was made. There was no dirty laundry on the floor. Why do I always attract neat freaks?

"You don't know how talented you are, do you?" He kissed my neck. "Never doubt your author voice. Believe in the power of your words." He undid button after button on my sweater. "Always--."

Boeotia


A golden ray kisses

The cheek of an angel


An angel whispers to a mourning dove

"Awake my child and sing."


"Sorry, about the noise," I said.

"I don't hear any--."

I put my index finger on my lips, found my purse, and left the bedroom--so Callie and I could be alone. 

A mourning dove's song

Awakens a fair maiden


A fair maiden stretches her arms

to the sun,

to inspiration,

"Lead me."


A day begins in Boeotia.

I tip-toed back into the bedroom, thinking that what's-his-name was asleep.

He sat up in bed. "You hear voices?"

"Voice. Only my muse--Callie's. When she speaks I write."

"You won't write about us, will you?" He looked worried.

"I write whatever my muse tells me to."

He crawled out of bed and handed me my discarded clothes. He gave me some lame excuse for why I had to leave and why we could no longer see each other. Maybe he said he was moving to the South Pole or becoming a priest or... Whatever.

I wondered what truth he was trying to hide from my pen as I dressed quickly and left.


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Read Chapter Eight--the final chapter

With a job that supports her writing and Callie's inspiration, prepare yourself for Aurora's happy ending.



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