Happy Sunday! Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting two weeks ago on the snippet from Swashbuckler, my WIP. I appreciate all the feedback because it helps me see the words/setup with a fresh set of eyes. Invaluable! Make sure to stop by and visit the other writers participating in Six Sentence Sunday.
This week is a continuation from last entry. Rodger, our hunky, almost-secretly-divorced actor, had an amazing oh-la-la evening with Rachel, a teacher. He’s just discovered that a tabloid has ‘reported’ on that evening. Oops.
He’d been indulging in a delicious New York hot dog, dripping in sauerkraut and hot mustard. He thought his mind had wandered to Rachel again, because there she was out of the corner of his eye. It was her, alright–her and him displayed on the cover of The National Inquiry, his arm gripping her body as they kissed on a street in San Francisco. Bollocks.
His lawyer called to castigate him, saying he’d most likely have to pay out more in alimony because he hadn’t kept his dick in his pants. His lawyer had a way with words.