My Writing -- Life Changes

Here is my next piece of writing - again, this is from my creative writing course on Mastering Dialogue

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Lori, looked over at the couple who sat across from her, holding hands and making googly eyes at each other, she smiled, “When's the big day?”

The young woman turned and smiled, “Tomorrow. You?”

“Four and half months," Lori rolled her eyes. "But I wish my day was tomorrow too.” She chuckled.

“What fun, isn't it. I mean all the preparations and whatnot, then poof, the day is finally here.”

“Yes, it is....” before she could finish, a door opened and out popped a middle aged lady. “Lori, we're ready for you now.”

Standing up, Lori smiled at the smitten couple, “Best of luck.”

“You too.” The couple replied.

Lori followed the well rounded, silver haired woman down the brightly painted hall and was asked to wait in yet another room. Drumming her fingers on the magazine, she thought, where is he? She knew Zack was a little forgetful, but for this? I'm sure he'll be here, he's just running late, she mused.

The door opened and in strode the most drop dead gorgeous guy she'd ever seen, “Good afternoon Lori,” His hand reached out to shake hers. “I'm Dr. Turner. But please, call me Avery, it's less formal.” He smiled.

Lori was dumbstruck for a second and unsure where to look. Zack was handsome, but, Dr. Turner, was breathtaking and he looked like he'd just stepped off a photo shoot. His rich brown hair was styled just right and his piercing blue eyes seemed to look deep into her soul, then was his smile... Oh his smile! She shook his hand quickly and squeaked out, “Nice to meet you, but where's Dr. Epstein?”

“He's away on vacation and I'm filling in for him. Is that okay with you?” He sat down on the swivel stool and moved closer to Lori.

“Sure.” She smiled as her face blushed.

“Well, let's get on with it, is there anyone joining you today?” He squirted rubbing alcohol onto his hands and rubbed it in.

“My husband Zack, but...” she glanced at her watch. “I think he's running late.”

“No worries, we'll get started. I'm sure he'll turn up.”

Lori laid back on the table and rolled up her top and pushed the top of her jeans down. As Dr. Turner squeezed the cold gel onto her tummy and she remarked at how cold it felt. Picking up the transducer, he moved it over her belly and on the screen next to her, appeared her sweet growing baby. The ultrasound went really well and Lori couldn't be more happier. So, on her way home, she'd decided to stop at the mall to pick up a cute pink outfit for the baby girl.

On her way back to her car, Lori spotted Zack, standing by his car. Just as she was about to call out, a woman walked up to him, leaned against his body, her hands grasped at his hair... Then they kissed! Lori's eyes widened unable to comprehend the scene playing out before her. She felt sick to her stomach as a mountain of questions swirled around in her head. She steadied herself against the wall and waited until Zack and his girl were out of sight. Albeit shakily, Lori made it back to her car, but the drive home was a blur.

“Hey Lor, I'm home.” called out Zack. He stepped into the living room, dressed in his stone washed designer jeans and Ralf Lauren T-shirt and in his hands he was holding a mixed bouquet of flowers. “Hey babe, these are for you.”

She took the flowers, looked at them and sighed, thinking to herself, he can't even buy me flowers, that I actually like. “Where were you today, Zack?” she asked.

“I had a meeting, why?”

“You forgot!”

“Um... Was there something important, I should have remembered? A birthday or something?” He plonked himself down on the sofa and picked up the TV remote.

Lori couldn't believe his 'matter of fact' behavior, “You missed the Ultrasound!” her voice quivered.

His eye scanned the TV screen, “Oh yeah. That was today, my bad.”

Lori's heart beat faster, her hands felt clammy, “You're bad... YOUR BAD! You knew we had that appointment today, I reminded you before you left for work this morning.”

Zack seemed unfazed, he'd finished scanning the TV channels and stopped on the sports channel, “Sorry, babe. You know me and my memory.” He rolled his eyes and pulled a stupid face.

“Your memory, suits you fine when it's got anything to do with you. It's everything and everyone else, you tend to forget. But lately you have been worse and on this matter... I beg to differ.”

He scrunched his eyebrows and pulled a face, “Huh? What are you on about?”

“You know full well what I'm on about!” Her rage bubbled up inside of her. She stood and said,  “You are a liar.”

“What are you on about Lor?”

“Don't Lor' me. I hate when you call me that. My name is Lori. I said... You are a Liar! You didn't have a meeting today. I saw you.”

“I did have a meeting, it ran long.” He shuffled nervously on the sofa and tiny beads of sweat began to form on his brow.

Lori, paced back and forth, “That meeting of yours, did it have long blonde hair, big boobs and wears a size 0 by any chance?” her impatience barley in check.

Panic washed over Zack. She'd seen him! Now he was in trouble. He racked his brain to think of something to say and blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “Oh her. Gosh, she's just one of the temps they hired, she missed her bus so I offered to give her a ride home.”

“Liar!” Lori yelled her fists balled at her sides, her face flushed and her belly felt like a rock. She knew feeling like this wasn't good for the baby. Dr. Turner, had told her that her blood pressure was a little high and for her not to get too stressful. She picked up the flowers and threw them at him.

“What did you do that for?”

“You deserve it, And you're blatantly lying to my face? I SAW you, kissing her and I can smell her sickly perfume all over you.”

He picked at his fingernails, “Ah. It was nothing.”

“It didn't look like nothing. How long has this been going on for?”

Zack stood and stepped closer to Lori, his hand outstretched, “Come on babe, please.”

“Don't come near me, you make me feel sick.” She rubbed her tummy, a wave of nausea washed over her. Holding the arm of the chair, she sat back down, her hands shook as she drank a sip of water.

He'd been caught, but as far as she knew it was just that one kiss, so he played it down, “Okay, okay, I admit it. She kissed me, I kissed her. It happens, babe.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and gave a sly grin.

“STOP CALLING ME BABE!' Her face reddened more, and shaking her fists at him said, "It was more than that, how long has this been going on for?”

“A few months.”

“How many?” The realization was beginning to set in, that her husband was a scum bag.

“Since before you got pregnant, I guess. Look, I didn't mean for you to find out this way.”

“And what way, would you have me find out? You jerk.”

She was about to stand up, but Zack motioned for her to stay sitting. He'd had hoped he could buy some time, but looking at Lori now, he'd had enough and in a way he was glad she'd found out. He'd gotten tired of, thinking of ways to get out of doctors appointments, and dinners with her family. It was about time she knew the whole truth, "We'll since all that is out in the open, I may as well tell you everything. "He cleared his throat and said, “I'm leaving you."

A puzzled look crossed her face, "You're leaving me? What? Why?"

"I've never loved you Lori, you were an option that seemed good at the time.”

“An option? What the hell does that mean?” She glared at him.

Zack ignored her stares and walked over to the mini bar, poured himself a large glass of whiskey and answered, “Money. You had money and lots of it and I was in debt. So I married you. " He took a sip from his glass. But gosh Lori, you're such a bore and a miss goody two-shoes, plus your not that good in the sack. So I had no choice... I slept with other girls,” He chuckled. "They were very good distractions too.” And taking a long sip of the whiskey, he licked his lips, pointed his glass at her and with an air of contempt said, “But you had to go and ruin everything. You got pregnant! I told you I never wanted a baby, let alone become a father. What were you thinking?” He turned his back on Lori. “Anyway, don't expect anything from me. I will sign away any right to that kid. So this is what I'm thinking,” he tipped his glass back, allowing the last drop of whiskey to fall into his mouth. “Oh, and I'll keep all the money I already have accumulated, as well as a substantial payment for signing my rights away, then I'll call it good.” He poured another glass of whiskey and downed it one whole swig.

Lori couldn't quite believe what he'd just told her. How didn't she see his lies? Her mind swam with thoughts of disbelief, disgust, anger, hurt and that he'd only married her for her money. She felt ashamed. Ashamed, dirty and he'd slept with other women too! A shiver ran up her spine, as she realized she never really knew the man she thought she loved. Tiny things slowly started to fall into place now, details she'd overlooked before, now hit her full on and he'd  not only charmed her, beguiled her and used her. And after what she heard from his lying lips and she'd do anything to get rid of the vile man that stood before her. Even if that meant paying him off.

Lori kept her gaze on the little pink boutique bag, that sat on the floor next to her feet, she mumbled, “I'll have my lawyer draw up the paperwork.”

“Great. If you don't mind, I'll stay here until the papers are drawn up.”

Lori stood, her jaw clenched, “YOUR LEAVING NOW!” She wagged her finger at him, and don't ever come back.”

Zack stepped back, his hands in the air, “Okay, okay. No need to get all worked up.” He sauntered past her towards the hallway. He picked up the keys to the car and yelled back, “Oh, by the way, I'm taking the Porsche.”

Her whole body trembled from head to toe. She sank back into the rocking chair, her head ached from the whole ordeal. She gently stroked her belly and whimpered, “It's just you and me now.” Then she buried her head in her hands, and sobbed.

Copyright 2014 Freckles. All Rights Reserved.

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Blind Date - My Writing

Blind Dates. How many of us have been on one of these, either a set up via a friend or family member wanting you to just give it a try, no harm done right!!

Well sometimes blind dates go great, other times Not so great. What's your story, Id love to hear from you.

Here is my take on a 'Blind Date'

Enjoy & please tell your your thoughts about my writing.

Here's Vinny’s prospective of the Blind Date.



Vincenzo sat at a neatly laid table set for two at his local Italian restaurant, already downed one bottle of beer, he set to work on his second. Pushing back his selves he glanced at his watch, his date still hadn’t shown up. His stomach started to grumble so he hailed the waitress and ordered a large side garlic bread sticks with extra garlic. When the waitress brought them to his table, he made light work of them.

Earlier in the week his cousin, Ron had called Vinny and told him he’d set him up on a 'Blind Date' with a hot red headed nurse called, Bailey. Now he sat alone in a busy restaurant, wearing his favorite red shirt and having eaten three of the bread sticks, he started to wonder, why he agreed to this. About to take another swig of his cold beer, Vinny eyed ah sexy red haired girl standing in the restaurant foyer. “Stunning.” He thought watched as she ran her fingers through her long glossy Tresses, Next she took off her over-coat and hung it on the coat rack. “Wow,” he mouthed, his  mouth gaped open, he could not believe his luck. 

So this was his date, this was Bailey. Now he was glad he decided to stay. He watched as Bailey turned to face the tables and now that she didn’t have her overcoat to cover her figure, Vinny gave her the typical slow look from head to toe.

She had all the right curves in all the right places, he loved his girls who had a little bit of meat on their bones, not girls who looked like stick insects, who only ate lettuce leaves. Another thing he loved were, girls who also packed some junk in their trunk but as she turned around and spoke to the hostess he saw she lacked that quality.“Ah well,”he thought, “Can’t win em’ all.”Swigging his beer, he watched the sexy redhead walk his way, he smiled when she stopped next to his table.

“Vincenzo?” Bailey asked.

Bada, Bing, Bada Boom, Vinny thought to himself, then said, “Call me, Vinny, everyone calls me, Vinny.”

“Hi, Vinny. I’m Bailey.”

“Hey, glad yo’s made it.”

“Sorry I’m a little late there was a hold up on the subway.”

Vinny watched as she brushed a stray hair behind her ear, and how she made a simple gesture look - sexy. “No, problems, yo’s good, sit down lets’ eat. So, what’s you wanna eat, I’m starving.” showing his pearly whites.

After placing their order, Vinny and Bailey started to make light conversation. He asked her about what she liked to do and to his surprise, she liked sports, just like him. She liked Italian, just like he did. Things were going from, okay to great and Vinny was sure he would be walking her home later on, maybe plant a kiss on her or if he played his cards right…maybe something more. Their dinner arrived.

“Here you go; who had the Lasagna?” the waitress asked.

“That would be me,” Bailey replied, “Mm… smells great.”

“Then this must be yours.” As the waitress placed the plate in front of, Vinny.

“Bada Bing, Bada Boom. This looks great, let’s eat.” Vinny said.

Vinny chowed down on his Spaghetti and meatballs, Bailey ate her lasagna. They talked as they ate, and Vinny couldn’t stop looking at Bailey. She would look back at Vinny and smile. Vinny thought to himself, she  must like me and who wouldn’t. I’m handsome, Italian and very sexy.  He smiled and thought, How’s a guy like me, ended up sitting across from this hot Red Head, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.



Here's Bailey’s Prospective on the Blind Date:

Bailey felt enough time had gone by from breaking up with her last boyfriend, and she finally agreed to go on a blind date which her best friend’s, boyfriend had set up. After getting home from a long and busy day at the hospital, Bailey showered, dried and after putting on fresh clean underwear, she shimmied into her skinny jeans, chose a sexy dark shade of green shirt to wear, then slipped on her black high heels. Grabbing her trench coat, purse and keys she headed out. Time was running late so she decided to take the subway to the restaurant, not knowing she’d be delayed. As she looked at the time on her cell phone she hoped Vincenzo would wait for her.

 Stepping up out of the subway, she still had a block till Bailey reached the restaurant. Bending down she slipped off her shoes and ran, she didn’t want to be any later than she already was. As she rounded the corner she could see the fluttering of the neon sign of the restaurant. Just before walking in, she slipped her shoes back on, caught her breath took hold of the door handle and opened it then stepped into the busy foyer. She quickly ran her hand through her gently tangled hair. Bailey glanced at her reflection in the window, noticing her face was flushed, and the heat inside didn't help any. Under buttoning her coat she hoped it would cool her down a little quicker.

“Great,” Bailey mumbled under her breath, “My hair.” She moved an annoying part of hair behind her ear, wishing now that she had put her hair in a Bun. 

A strong southern accent startled her, “Hi, y'all. I hope you Don’t wanna table, we’re booked for another solid hour.” the Hostess smiled.

“Hi, No, I don’t need to book a table thank you. But I do have a date waiting for me.”

“His name?”

“Vincenzo.”

“Ah yes, I'll take your table," she winked, "He’s been waiting for you.”

Bailey smiled,  turned to face the main seating area and followed the hostess, scanning the room as she walked. All her best friend had told her was, he’s single, Handsome, an Italian and will be wearing a red shirt. Then her eyes found Vinny. He was looking her way with a big cheesy grin on his face. He was Very handsome and looked very much the Italian. Her friend had Forgotten to mention he was muscular, which she liked a lot and she hoped he spoke Italian, she loved guys with an accent.

The closer she got her  eyebrows arched… What on earth was he wearing! An awful garish tight red crinkly shirt, lit looked like he'd got it from the Seventies, she thought. When she arrived at the table, she thanked the hostess and smiled at, a leering Vinny. Thinking to herself. “Never Judge a book by its cover, Bailey.”

“Vincenzo?” she smiled.

With his cheesy grin he replied, “Call’s me Vinny, everyone call’s me Vinny.”

There goes my ideal Image of a sexy husky Italian voice, Bailey Smiled.

“Hi, Vinny. I’m Bailey.” She waited for him to be the gentleman and stand and hold her chair open for her to sit.

“Hey, glad yo’s made it. Wasn’t sure yo’s come.”

Brushing that annoying stray strand of hair behind her ear again, Bailey answered,“Yeah, sorry I’m a little late, there was a hold up on the subway.” With no sign of Vinny ever going to be gallant, Bailey sat.

“No, problems yo’s good, sit down let’s order. What you wanna eat, I’m Starving.”
Great, why did he have to speak! Bailey thought. He most definitely wasn’t from Italy, most likely his Great, great granddad came over during the war and what was with his Accent! He didn’t sound like Joey off the TV show “Friends” That was what her friend told her – he sounded worse, more like Joe Pesci.

To get the waitress’s attention, Vinny kept clicking his fingers. Bailey rolled her eyes, how Impolite. They ordered their meals then, Vinny droned on and on about Sports. She mentioned that she'd watched a baseball game once, then Vinny went off on a tangent about his favorite team and who were the best, and worst players. He didn’t stop! He kept going and whenever Bailey tried to add anything, he constantly butted in.

When the food came, Bailey could not believe her eyes or ears. He’d said, “Bada Bing, Bada Boom!” Who would say that she thought. And it looked like he had forgotten all form of table manners, his spaghetti sauce splashed across his cheeks and dribbled down his chin as he ate it. When he smiled, there was something green stuck between his teeth! Bailey rolled her eyes, she hardly ate any of her lasagne, just the sound of Vinny eating completely put her off her food. Trying again to strike up a conversation, Bailey asked, “So what  do you think about the situation regarding the city’s re-route of main street?”

"Not a great idea." He continued to yap on about how much longer it would take him to get to the gym. Then that took him to boast about how many reps he did at the gym. Bailey politely smiled and nodded in the right places of conversation, she couldn’t take any more of this and wished for this date to be over. If, Vinny dared to ask her if he could walk her home, she knew there would be no way on earth she'd allow that and heaven help her if he tried to kiss her! Yuk.

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