This is just to say . . .

. . . that I finished the 100 Drabbles of Summer Challenge with seven days to go!  Rock and roll, baby!

Funny how I feel as though I’ve just gotten my life back.  Just in time to start on another writing project.  Massive sigh.  My work here is never done.  

Still, I AM TRIUMPHANT. 

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100 Drabbles of Summer – 100. One Hundred Years

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100 One Hundred Years

They’d stayed up all night watching the sun come up before.  Funny how different those two times were.  The first, they’d been certain that it was the last sunset they’d ever see.  And now, they could watch the sunrise with the knowledge that there’d be as many as they could’ve ever hoped to see.

“You think anyone in the world feels as lucky as we are?” Naomi asked him.

“Don’t think so,” James said.  “They don’t know what it’s like to have all the time in the world.”

It was true, Naomi realized.  The next several decades were all theirs.

Naomi Williams and James Knox.  Original characters.

100 Drabbles of Summer – 99. You Don’t Know Me

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99 You Don’t Know Me

Anna couldn’t help eyeing the man across the bar.  She had some clue who he was, at least in terms of outside generalizations such as the bassist for Wrecked, and Anita’s crush.  The last part alone should’ve made her step back and rethink getting to know him better.  Unfortunately, he couldn’t just play along with her vocals on his bass and expect her not to wonder who the hell he was.

She looked up at him again, only to realize that he was looking back at her.  What the hell, she decided, and ambled towards the table where he sat.

 

Anna Foster.  Original character.

100 Drabbles of Summer – 98. What’s Good for Me

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98 What’s Good for Me

It was late, nearly three a.m., but Naomi still couldn’t sleep.  James’s words continued to haunt her, long after she would’ve insisted she’d pushed them from her mind.  What was good for her . . . She hadn’t considered what was good for herself in years.  It was about the Hunters.  It was always about the Hunters. 

He was good for her, she knew that.  Every time she’d had to push James away, she was struck with the wrongness of it.  Hell, he was better for her than her job was.  Too bad she needed the job to continue surviving. 

Naomi Williams.  Original characters.

100 Drabbles of Summer – 97. Vindicated

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97 Vindicated

He’d lost count of the number of hours he’d been sitting.  His right arm was starting to go numb, and his legs were cramping.  James didn’t care in the slightest.  If it meant that Naomi was there, safe, and resting peacefully, his own discomfort could be put on hold. 

Hours after the fact, he still couldn’t quite believe that his gamble had paid off.  True, the fact that it might not have wasn’t really an option.  But to have his position among the team vindicated by one risky maneuver, and to have Naomi back, well, that made things even better. 

James Knox.  Original character.

100 Drabbles of Summer – 96. Unfaithful

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96 Unfaithful

She never meant to hurt him.  Coming from the kind of woman she now considers herself, a cheating slut, someone who’s too big a coward to break up with the guy she’s with, even though she has someone great waiting, it doesn’t mean much. 

As she prepares for her date with Cal, she can’t help but think of the façade her life has become.  It shouldn’t surprise her that Paul dumped her, nor should it have surprised her that it still hurt.

If she saw him now, she’d insist she never meant to hurt him.  She doubts he’d believe her.   

Lauren Smythe.  Original character.

100 Drabbles of Summer – 95. Take Me on the Floor

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95 Take Me on the Floor

“We’re not blending in,” James pointed out, raising his voice just enough to be heard above the music. 

“How do you mean?”  Naomi asked.

“Everyone’s dancing.”

“And your point?”

Downing the last of his drink, James said, “We’ve been at the bar for the past thirty minutes.  We need to do something so we don’t stand out like crazy.”

Smirking at his determination, Naomi asked, “What did you have in mind?”

He set his glass down.  “Why don’t we dance?”

“With you?”

He feigned hurt.  “See anyone else around?”

“No.”

“Then come on.”  He led her out onto the floor. 

James Knox and Naomi Williams.  Original characters.