I’m the culprit this week. I chose the subject so here we go…
Flash Fiction time. Write a story 500 words or less using the words: juicy, precious and fan. Extra points for an outdoor setting.
It was rude to stare but Morgan couldn’t help herself. Even with the nectar from her slice of juicy watermelon running down her chin and arms, she was mesmerized by the new first baseman. The game hadn’t even started, he might be terrible, but he looked like heaven stretching on the field. His quads bulged under the white baseball pants and all kinds of naughty thoughts ran through her mind.
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A toddler broke free from her mother and scampered over to where the players did their pregame warmups. Like he’d anticipated the event, First Base scooped the child up and they both laughed. Nothing could have been more precious.
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Morgan’s uterus clenched with longing.
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The mother blushed as she took her young fan from his tanned and rippled arms.
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As a season ticket holder, Morgan went to almost every home game. Baseball players were often attractive and she’d dated a few over the years, but never had she been star-struck by one of the players. His dark hair, and silver-blue eyes along with a day’s beard growth had sparked something in her and she couldn’t look away.
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He turned to go back to the other players, stopped and looked through the small pre-game crowd until his gaze locked with hers. The left corner of his delectable mouth turned up in half a smile and he held onto the moment.
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Morgan couldn’t have looked away if her life depended on it.
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“Who’s that?” Babette’s question broke the spell. Babs had been her friend since the second grade and she was the only other person who understood Morgan’s obsession with baseball.
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Taking her beer from, Moran lost the eye-contact. She shrugged. “I don’t know. The new first baseman. He must have just come up today.”
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“Cute. Why was he staring at you?”
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“I guess because I was drooling over him.” It was probably one of those moments when Morgan should have fudged the truth, but she never did.
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Babs laughed. “Well he was looking at you like you was honey on a stick and he wanted to lap you up before the bees found you.”
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“You know I don’t date ball players anymore.” It had been two years since getting dumped when her boyfriend was called up to the majors. She’d vowed never again. Still, her eyes drifted to where the players were getting ready for batting practice and those electric eyes watched her like there was no baseball game only the two of them.
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I probably went to far with that. Still, I wonder how it turns out. YUM!
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You must go and read what
Leslie Hachtel wrote about. I’ll bet it’s awesome!!!
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Not every match is made at the marriage mart…
After a disastrous, short-lived engagement and years of caring for her ailing grandmother, Phoebe Hallsmith is resigned to spinsterhood. But if she must be unmarried, far better to be of use than languishing at home, disappointing her parents. As an employee of the Everton Domestic Society of London, Phoebe accepts a position at the country home of an old friend and discovers an estate—and a lord of the manor—in a state of complete chaos.
Losing himself in the bottle has done nothing to ease Markus Flammel’s grief over losing his wife. Not even his toddler daughter can bring him back from the brink. Now this fiery, strong-minded redhead has taken over his home, firing and hiring servants at will and arousing unexpected desire. As not one, but two, suitors suddenly vie for Phoebe’s hand, can Markus move past loss and fight for a future with the woman who has transformed his world?
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