I sat down and looked at my bank account balance on my iPhone. To say it was laughable, was an understatement. I was twenty- four, stupid, and horrible with finances. I didn’t go out spending money like a baller or anything, but I did splurge for the occasional cute purse and stylish pair of shoes.
I was a glutton for a cute pair of shoes.
I looked up at my ceiling, and noticed the peeling paint for the first time. The apartment was a mess, and I had enough money for mac and cheese and hotdogs for the next two weeks, and that was it. No extras, just food, but my bills would be paid, and I’d be able to survive another two weeks until my next big pay was here, and then maybe I would buy a can of paint, and fix the ceiling and the walls. Because now that I was looking at them, they didn’t look that great either.
“Nothing a little poster won’t fix,” I said, standing up and walking over to my one and only hall closet. I had a box full of “this and that’s”. I looked in the box and pulled out a poster of “Moulin Rouge” that I collected at a yard sale last March. It would look cute, and cover up the little hole that needed to be patched next to the door.
I walked to the junk drawer next to the stove in my little kitchenette and grabbed four thumb tacks, hoping that they would hold up the poster, when the phone rang.
“Hey….lloooooo,” I said, as I propped my phone up with my chin and shoulder.
“Uh,” a man’s voice said, then chuckled, “I…is this Mary Hanely’s phone?”
I laughed for a second then spoke, “Sure isn’t. This is Jenna.”
The man sighed. “Ah, well that explains it,” he replied.
“What?” I asked.
“What does it explain?” I wondered.
“Why you sounded nothing like a fifty-eight year old woman.”
I laughed. “How old do I sound?”
“I don’t know; I guess maybe twenties.”
I laughed once more. “Yeah, it’s funny I never really thought of it. Maybe I’ll try to sound a little older next time.”
“Maybe put a little more throat into it?” the guy offered.
I giggled. “Maybe. How’s this?” I asked, doing what he asked, but sounding a little froggy.
He chuckled. “Now you’re at least thirty.”
I smiled. “Good. I wouldn’t want to be taken too seriously.”
The man sighed. “So, thirty isn’t too serious?”
“No, I don’t think so,” I replied, then thought about it. “Definitely not. Let me guess…you’re thirty?”
“No, not yet. I’ve got three more years until that happens.”
I smiled, not really sure why. I hung up the poster, then walked toward my couch and sat, holding the phone in my hand. “So, twenty-seven, what’s your name?” I asked, playfully. I wasn’t really sure why I was flirting with the stranger, other than the fact that I had nothing better to do, and he was convenient.
He cleared his throat. “Connor.”
“Nice to meet you, Connor. I guess you have to go then?”
“And why is that?” he flirted back.
“Because you called asking for another woman, and I’m not her, so I’m assuming I’m poaching on someone else’s territory.”
“Mary is my mother, and I’m sure she’ll be okay if I don’t call her right away.”
“Your mom, huh?”
“Do you have something against mothers?”
I laughed now. “Nope. I surely don’t. Are you a big momma’s boy?”
Connor sighed once more. “I suppose so. At least that’s what my sister always calls me, but she’s a brat, so…”
I laughed. “In my experience, one doesn’t mess with momma and her baby boy,” I joked once more, even though it was partly true. I had a boyfriend once that was inseparable from his mother, and it wasn’t at all healthy. They were a little too close.
“How long did that relationship last?” Connor asked, sounding light-hearted.
“Four months until his mother broke up with me.”
Connor chuckled, and I grinned. “Ah,” I said, not knowing what to say now that I got that last part out of the way.
- INSTEAD OF SIPPING EGGNOG AND REVELING AT AN OFFICE PARTY EMLYN IS KNEE DEEP IN ANOTHER MURDER INVESTIGATION! TWAS THE SEASON SUSAN LYNN SOLOMON
- THIS PUBLISHER WILL HELP YOUR BOOKS SOAR OFF THE SHELVES! SOUTHERN OWL PUBLICATIONS
- SANTA FULLFILLS HIS PROMISE TO THE BABY JESUS WITH A GIFT! SANTAS BIRTHDAY GIFT SHERRILL S. CANNON!!!
- HO, HO, HO! AUTHORS GIFT YOURSELVES WITH 3 MONTHS OF PROMOTION FOR HALF THE REGULAR PRICE–SANTAS BEST BARGAIN!!!!
- THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS & THE ARCH OF ATLANTIS IS THE PERFECT GIFT FOR YOUR YA READER!!!!! FABULOUS READ BY SHARON LEDWITH!!!!
- December 2018
- November 2018
- October 2018
- September 2018
- August 2018
- July 2018
- June 2018
- May 2018
- April 2018
- March 2018
- February 2018
- January 2018
- November 2017
- October 2017
- September 2017
- August 2017
- July 2017
- June 2017
- May 2017
- April 2017
- March 2017
- February 2017
- January 2017
- December 2016
- November 2016
- October 2016
- September 2016
- August 2016
- July 2016
- June 2016
- May 2016
- April 2016
- March 2016
- February 2016
- January 2016
- October 2015
- September 2015
- August 2015
- January 2015
- November 2014
- October 2014
- August 2014
- July 2014
- June 2014
- May 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
- December 2013
- November 2013
- October 2013
- September 2013
- August 2013
- July 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- March 2013
- December 2012
- November 2012
- October 2012
- September 2012
- Follow karenwritesmurder on WordPress.com