Hope, Love, and Peace

Here’s the second part of “The Widow’s Granddaughter.” This story uses a character, Jeffrey Tanner, I developed as an example for 1001 Character Quirks for Writing Fiction. I also developed the other characters using the same process I describe in that ebook, but Jeffrey is the only character I use as an example.

-TimK

P.S. WRT the Character Quirks book, I owe Holly Lisle thanks for her advice, freely given, in helping me to make it useful. All mistakes or inadequacies, of course, are my fault and mine alone.

WARNING: This story contains strong language and adult situations (but no graphic sex).

(continued from part 1)

Mrs. Kramer sat for several seconds before she struggled to her feet and without a word hobbled out of the office and into the parking lot. From his office, Jeffrey watched her through the window.

Then he marched out of the building and into the parking lot. A young woman was helping Mrs. Kramer into the passenger side of the car. This woman epitomized youth and beauty, Jeffrey thought. Blonde hair flowed down around soft cheeks to just past her shoulders. She wore a smart, brown, corduroy jacket and blue jeans, with sleek, brown shoes on her feet. It was an outfit that accentuated her curves just enough, but not too much, and made her look tall and sexy. Continue reading “Friday Snippet: The Widow’s Granddaughter (2)”

Here’s the beginning of a story I’ve been working on for a very special project, which I will be announcing soon (I hope).

I’m not yet firm on the title, but I’m really liking “The Widow’s Granddaughter.”

-TimK

P.S. Please leave a comment telling me how you like it.

WARNING: This story contains strong language and adult situations (but no graphic sex).

She was just another job to Jeffrey Tanner, just another loan someone defaulted on, just another automobile someone couldn’t afford to pay for, until she limped into his office.

She was not someone you would expect to make a difference in anyone’s life. She was neither rich nor powerful. She was not vivacious, not young, not beautiful. She was neither a mover nor a shaker. She hobbled along, a quad cane in one hand, dragging her withered frame behind her, arthritis-infested joints creaking with each lumbering step. She reeked of old perfume; a small, black toque sat atop her thinning, black hair, probably dyed; and when she opened her mouth, from her shriveled face screeched a voice like that of the Evil Witch of the West.

“I’m Mrs. Mildred Kramer.”

Jeffrey knew the name. He had handled the account personally. For a fleeting moment, he thought of offering her a seat. But then he thought the better of it. Continue reading “Friday Snippet: The Widow’s Granddaughter”