It’s nearly Christmas! I’ve been so busy with end-of-semester grad school stuff (papers, tests, thesis proposal, taking the GRE) that I didn’t have a chance to get any shopping done until yesterday. There were so many people everywhere, it was overwhelming for an introvert like me.
In that spirit, this week’s snippet is a similar Christmas experience from my women’s fiction novel, The Lone Wolf. In this scene, Kasey bumps into Andrew at the mall.
I strolled past a toy store and happened to notice Andrew inside, looking baffled in an aisle filled with pink, so smiling, I went in and tapped him on the arm.
He jumped, frowned, then smiled a little when he saw me and said, “Hey.”
He stared at the dolls, clearly out of his element. He wasn’t cold but not overly polite either; he was dismissive, distracted, and I didn’t think it was just because of the overwhelming selection.
“Need some help?” I asked.
“There are so fucking many! How the hell are you supposed to know what to get?”
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