Friday, November 19, 2010


As they finished their dinner at the restaurant, Paige and Owen decided to go back to his place. They had spent the larger part of the day together and didn't want it to end even though it was the coldest day of the season. Paige looked through the foggy cab window as the snow quickly covered the ground. She was amazed at how fast the landscape had changed over the past hour.

Once at his apartment, Owen prepared hot chocolate for both of them. As he handed Paige her frothy mug their fingers brushed each other's. "My goodness! Your hand are just like ice," he said. "I'll hold your hands."

This made Paige blush, and she pulled back while taking a sip. "Say, what's in this drink?" she asked, changing the subject.

Owen just smiled and said, "I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell."

"I really can't stay," she said. But down deep she wanted to. "You know how crazy my family gets when I am late. My mom worries, my dad paces, my sister gets suspicious, and my brother! Well, you know he'll be waiting at the door."

"Oh, come on. It's freezing out there." Owen pleaded.

Paige countered with, "You know how gossipy your neighbor is. Everyone will be talking about us tomorrow. I need to go now."

"Okay, but good luck getting a cab in this weather. I've never seen it like this before," Owen scuffed.

"Well, maybe just a cigarette more," Paige conceded.

Owen couldn't help but watch her lips. They looked delicious, and he was tempted to lean over and kiss right then and there. He thought to himself, "How can you do this to me? I'm going nuts here!"

Then as Paige finished her cigarette, she asked Owen if he would lend her a coat. "Was she for real?" he thought. "Think of my lifelong sorrow if you got pneumonia and died," he said to Paige.

"Don't be silly, Sweetie." she said as she took the telephone and called a cab. They both knew she had to leave.

Once her cab arrived, Paige hugged Owen good-bye. And as she she turned to leave, Owen said to her, "Baby it's cold outside!"

That was my 1st time submitting a post to the Red Dress Club.

The red dress club's writing prompt this week was:

Write a piece (fiction or non-fiction) inspired by a song. It can be any song of your choosing. If it is not clear from your story what the song is, throw us a bone and put a note at top or bottom of your post to let us know what you picked."

Baby It's Cold Outside was my inspiration for this lovely story.

If you've never seen the movie Elf I'll wait while you go watch it. It's one of my favorites! Here's the scene with the song that inspired my story. Or you can watch/listen to other versions on You Tube.

Friday, September 24, 2010

I am from...

I am from blue jeans, from Frosted Flakes and Christianity.

I am from the crazy, loving, tidy.

I am from the corn, the soy beans.

I am from Tatar Tot Casserole and blue eyes, from Millie and Diana and Marie.

I am from the up & down and emotional.

From "be careful" and "finish your dinner."

I am from the sign of the cross and praying to statues.

I'm from Effingham County, lasagna and buttered bread.

From uncle Leo growing his hair long in the 60s, uncle David throwing my mom's doll in a fire, and Grandma teaching crafts on cruise ships.

I am from Oakwood Street, Homecoming flowers, home made cradles and Sodie Pop.

*This is part of red writing hood's prompt this week. I am not this profound all on my own. Maybe I will be if I keep participating in this club.

Here is the link that provides the template and an explanation.