And pleased to announce that two holiday romance short stories are published!
The first, CHRISTMAS GLOVES, is a holiday romantic comedy about a woman who has a last minute Christmas gift to buy for the guy she’s been dating for three weeks. And the mall closes soon. The publisher is Books to Go Now, and it’s also featured in the anthology, CHRISTMAS ROMANCES VOLUME 2
the stand alone:
The Birth of CHRISTMAS GLOVES
I was given a prompt. Something like: last minute Christmas shopping and there’s a storm. That was it. Go for it.
I try to avoid last minute Christmas shopping. I cyber shop and live in California where there isn’t any snow. But I spent half my life in New England and imagined a situation where someone might be in a situation where she would need to shop at the last minute: that wonderful, exciting yet awkward period when you’re dating a guy, you’re monogamous but not sure if he’s monogamous, or you may both agree to be monogamous but not officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet. Then the holidays come and you’re not sure if you should exchange gifts or not. Being a survivor of serial monogamy (usually on a six month rotation), I am very familiar with that awkwardness of do you buy someone a present or not when a holiday or birthday arrives too soon in your potential relationship timeline.
That’s the story behind my new romantic comedy short story, CHRISTMAS GLOVES. Leila realizes that the man she’s been dating for three weeks will be driving her to the airport the day before Christmas – two short days away – and she should probably get him a gift just in case. She arrives at the mall with no idea what to buy, and ends up with the Plan A and Plan B gifts.
Anyone who’s been in a similar situation can relate. Here’s an excerpt:
What did she know about Nathan? She suddenly smiled, recalling a recent phone call. He was funny. They shared the same sort of quirky humor that made her feel uncomfortable with other people, but he got her The Monty Python references? Check. The Simpsons? Check. Freaks and Geeks? Check. Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Check again. UK Office? Yep.
Okay, that’s an idea. Find a store that would have memorabilia from those classic quirky TV shows.
Leila soon learned the Only Available On TV show had products that appeared in infomercials late at night, no Monty Python mugs or t-shirts.
“Do you have any Monty Python gifts?” Leila asked.
“Monty who?” the barely legal shop clerk asked.
“Monty Python. It’s a comedy show,” Leila tried again.
“Like a sitcom?” he asked.
“No, no,” Leila opened her mouth to speak again, and then realized Monty Python probably ended its run decades before this boy was created. “Never mind. How about The Simpsons?” Surely a TV show that was still on the air would be recognized by this waif.
Fish eyes were his visual response.
A woman already swaddled with three shopping bags nudged into Leila. “Sorry but I’m kind of in a rush here. And I know what I want. Where are those banana containers? They’re all gone from the shelf.”
The waif reanimated.
“That’s one of our best sellers,” he said, his face brightening.”I’ll check in the back.”
“Can you get me some artichoke pockets and the fish knife too?” the woman added, adjusting her bags.
“Those aren’t out there?” the boy asked from behind a wall.
“No. And a mustache trimmer,” the woman added.
“That’s not out there?” the boy asked.
“Yes, but I want grey, not black.” The woman turned to Leila. “Don’t you love this store? I do most of my Christmas shopping here.” She juggled her bags. “That’s why I save it for my last stop. Don’t need to carry it all around the mall.”
Leila smiled out of politeness as she looked at the woman, then scanned the shop full of items she personally found unnecessary. Future garage sale bargain bin items, she thought. Still..
“Do you have any gift suggestions for a guy about my age?” Leila asked the woman and immediately regretted it. The timing was unfortunate; just as the sales clerk handed the boxes to the woman, she looked at Leila and held the moustache trimmer close.
“You can’t have this,” she said. “There’s black ones on the shelf, my Bruce wants the grey one.”