Thursday is a day for Tasters; are you ready for a Taste? Remember, I am sharing my WIP with you of my commission for Decadent Publishing. This is an adult adaptation of The The Giant and the Tailor fairy tale. It definitely is far from a children's fairy tale.
Last week, Aynne was daydreaming about her one night in the moonbeams with Simon a decade earlier. She was snapped back into reality by the phone. Please enjoy and sashay over to the other author's pages to see what they have offered up for your entertainment. Follow the links or their names below, like breadcrumbs..... Enjoy ~ ☼ღஜ ﾚo√乇 ¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*°
The intercom rang on Simon’s desk, breaking the moment
for both of them. He answered from where he stood, “Yes, Ms Meriwether?”
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Last week, Aynne was daydreaming about her one night in the moonbeams with Simon a decade earlier. She was snapped back into reality by the phone. Please enjoy and sashay over to the other author's pages to see what they have offered up for your entertainment. Follow the links or their names below, like breadcrumbs..... Enjoy ~ ☼ღஜ ﾚo√乇 ¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*°
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“I am sorry to disturb you, Mr D’Istrafrio, however Hope
Hospice wished to hold for you. Would you like me to tell them you will return
the call?”
“No, thank you, Ms Meriwether. I’ll pick up. Thank you.”
Simon held Aynne by the shoulders and told her he had to take the call.
“Of course, Simon. I’ll leave.”
“No, please don’t, Aynne. Please stay. I shouldn’t be
long. Please have your coffee.” He walked Aynne to the leather sofa and left
her there as she seated herself.
“Hello? This is Simon D’Istrafrio.”
Aynne thought how powerful and majestic he looked, standing
straight and tall, his left hand in his pants pocket, his suit jacket whipped
behind his wrist exposing a large faced gold wrist watch. It glistened,
reflecting the sunlight as Simon turned to look out at the skyline of the Windy
City. Her heart skipped and stopped at what she heard.
“Thank you for calling, Tina. Yes, I will be right there.
It will take me about twenty minutes. Are my daughters there? Yes, thank you. Thank
you, Tina. Good-bye.”
“Aynne…”
“Yes, of course, Simon. Is Talia…?”
“I must leave. Her parents and the children are there
now. There isn’t much time, I’m afraid. Where are you staying?”
“At the Palmer Hotel. Go, Simon, go! I will leave my
information with Ms. Meriwether. Please, I’ll never forgive myself if you don’t
go now.”
They walked from his office together as he grabbed his
trench coat and briefcase. He held the door for Aynne and instructed his
assistant to take all of her vital contact information.
“Mr D’Istrafrio, the helio is waiting upstairs. I have
called your driver for Ms Taylor and notified Mrs. D’Istrafrio’s father you
were on your way with an estimated arrival of twenty minutes. That was five
minutes ago.”
“Thank you, Ms Meriwether. You know how to reach me.”
“Yes, sir. I will reschedule your appointments and take
care of Ms Taylor. God bless and keep you, sir.”
“Thank you, Ms Meriwether. You are a godsend. Good-bye,
Aynne. I will call you when I can. Don’t worry, please. We’ll work it out. Ms Meriwether,
please take care of Ms Taylor and see that she gets back to her hotel safely.”
“Of course, Mr D’Istrafrio.”
With that, Simon, his face serious and somber, turned to
the elevator where the little man in uniform awaited him. He turned to look
back at Aynne and then sped to his dying wife’s side to be with her and his
family.
© Muffy Wilson
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