The Blog-O-Phone pt 2 - Christmas 250 Word Story Chain - Absolute Write
/This post is part of the December 2013 Blog Chain at Absolute Write. This month, we're doing things a bit differently. It's a story chain (aka blog-o-phone), an each writer must add around 250 words to an ongoing holiday story. Where I last left Claire and Alan, she was about to dump a bucket of dye onto his head. Quite a bit has happened since then.
Previously, on Mossfollow Wood...
orion_mk3 - http://nonexistentbooks.wordpress.com (link to post)
Ralph Pines - http://ralfast.wordpress.com (link to post)
ishtar'sgate - http://chickenscratchbc.blogspot.ca (link to post)
Angyl78 - http://jelyzabeth.wordpress.com (link to post)
MsLaylaCakes (me) - The Blog-O-Phone part 1 (WHERE WE LEFT OFF)
meowzbark - http://www.lizzylessard.com/ (link to post)
orion_mk3 - http://nonexistentbooks.wordpress.com (link to post)
ishtar'sgate - http://chickenscratchbc.blogspot.ca (link to post)
Angyl78 - http://jelyzabeth.wordpress.com (link to post)
And now, on Mossfollow Wood Part. 10...
Knowing her grandfather, Claire would bet her Christmas bonus he had something to do with the dog’s appearance. “So what’s your plan? Are you going to hang out on this tree all night?”
Alan scowled. “Do you have a better idea?”
“As a matter of fact…” She attempted her most winsome smile.
He shook his head. “Absolutely not. Whatever scheme you’re concocting will be the death of me.”
Men could be so melodramatic. “You have the longest legs. If you could be so kind as to jump off and run…”
The dog growled and snapped its teeth, jumping high enough its drooling mouth grazed Alan’s foot. He sent her a withering look. “Yeah. I’ll get right on that, Princess. Right after you agree to cut down this tree and deliver it to my doorstep.”
Hanging onto her branch with one hand, she used the other to pat his cheek. “I didn’t know you suffered from mental illness. Do delusions run in your family?”
He caught her fingers. “Are you sure you want to keep baiting me? I’m going to lose my temper one of these days.”
A blush warmed her face. “What are you going to do, lawyer boy? Sue me?”
His grip tightened. Then he turned his head and pressed his lips into her gloved palm. Even though a layer of cloth separated them, a tendril of heat traveled up her arm. She swallowed.
Cal cleared his throat. “I’m still right here, you know? So is the damn dog.”
And thus I reached my 250 word limit. So where is this heading? I have no idea. The story continues at Absolute Write!
