I’ve got a new book coming out soon on Bullying. It’s called Thomas Gomel Learns about Bullying’.
It’s for ages 10 and above. I made up my own genre called educational fiction. Follow a young man through bullying at school and how it is dealt with. If you would like to be a pre-published reader, let me know. I want several people to read and edit the story to make sure it makes sense. Let me know. Shirley
Here is a 500-word story I wrote the other day called Happy Anniversary,
My husband brought me to Tony’s place for a nightcap. Our night was perfect. I couldn’t wait to get home to ravish his hunky body. When we walked through the door, we looked around just to give our eyes time to adjust to the light. Mack excused himself leaving me to go to the bar alone.
I sat down two seats away from a woman I envied, and I didn’t even know her. Gorgeous from the top of her head to her manicured toes. We made eye contact which made me feel as if I needed to speak.
” Hi, how are you tonight? I’m Amanda.”
“Hello Amanda, I’m Jazelle. It’s nice to meet you. Are you alone also?”
“No, my husband is with me.”
Unhappily Jazelle said, “My husband is away on a business trip. It’s our anniversary.”
“What a coincidence, it’s mine also. We can celebrate together. Cheer up. I’m sure you’ll have your man back in no time. Speaking of having your man back I wonder where mine is. He should be out of the John by now.”
We ordered two more drinks for ourselves, and I got another one for Mack when he got out of the bathroom.
“Jazelle, do you have a picture of your husband? I’ve one of Mack so I’ll hand you mine and you hand me yours. We’ll do a husband swap.” Both of us laughed as if we were doing a man swap. I pulled out my wallet, and she pulled out hers. We both got our pictures out.
“Are you ready,” I asked, and we swapped pictures. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I looked at Jazelle, and her face was white. We asked together. “How did you get a picture of Mack/Elliott?”
“What is this Amanda? You have a picture of my husband, Elliott?” Jazelle asked.
I couldn’t answer her, so I did the next best thing. I asked the bartender to please go into the men’s restroom to check on my husband. He gave me a “who do you think I am” look and left the bar.
“Jazelle, that is a picture of my husband and so is the one in my hand. I don’t know what is going on, but when Mack gets out of the restroom, I promise I’ll find out.” We placed the matching pictures on the bar and picked up our drinks. They were put down empty.
“Excuse me, there ain’t no one in the men’s bathroom,” the barman said.
“What, that can’t be,” I shouted.
“Lady, I checked every stall. He ain’t there.”
“It looks like you’ve been abandoned just as I have,” Jazelle said. “Don’t you think it’s strange we’re at the same bar, with the same anniversary, with pictures of the same man? Something stinks here.”
“I think we should go to the police,” I told her. “What do you think?”
We were out of Tony’s in a flash!