Fiction Friday: In which our heroine receives some exciting news.
This Week’s Theme: Use the word Penguin to refer to something other than the animal.
Part One (The Beginning) (click to read the beginning of this story)
Part Two: In which our heroine receives some exciting news.
“Mom, oh my god, mom!” Susan couldn’t contain her excitement as she gripped the phone.
“Honey, what is it? Is it, John?”
“No! My agent just called. Penguin has made an offer. YES! My book is gonna get published!” Susan ended with a yell.
“Sue, oh how exciting. That’s wonderful news. Now I can tell all the red hats that my little girl is a real writer.”
“Mom, I’ve always been a writer.” The lights flickered and Susan glanced out the window. The trees in the front yard bent with the wind, their leaves spinning away wildly. Her mother’s voice continued with praise through the phone.
“Susan, are you listening to me?”
“Yeah, mom, but the weather is turning crazy. We might get disconnected. Looks like a massive thunderstorm is hitting town.”
“Ok, I’ll let you go. Where’s your brother?”
“I’m not sure. I imagine he’s out with a friend or up at Carl’s.”
Her eyes rolled at the long sigh from her mother. “Susan, John shouldn’t be hanging around up at that place. It’s not good for him.”
“I know that. But he’s a grown man, mother.”
“You should check on him, you know how I worry about him.”
“I know. If I talk to him, I’ll have him call you. Listen mom, I think I need –
With a click the lights fluttered and went dead. The phone lay silent in her hand.
“Perfect.” She said to the empty room. She hung up the phone and then spun in a circle, “I’m going to be published! I’m going to be published!” She continued to chant while she dug in her junk drawer for the flashlight.
She tried using her cell phone but received the all lines are busy message. She grabbed her poncho and headed to the garage.
“You know, Susan, the news would say not to go out in this weather right now. But here you are, going out.” Talking to herself eased her nerves. She had better things to do than look for her wayward brother, but if she didn’t run over to his apartment to check on him, the guilt would be sure to find her. She sighed. She didn’t want to have to tell her mother she hadn't checked on him. If she didn’t she’d have to listen to another lecture from her mother.
The car started and Susan couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that settled around her shoulders.
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