Happy Friday, Readers! We’ve made it through another week! Now it’s time for Friday Fictioneers (which again, I am so sorry for skipping last week). Back to Nick and Emmeline’s story. I am sorry (not sorry) to say the cliffhangers are just going to keep on coming. Special thanks to Rochelle for providing the prompt, and to J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo. Enjoy!
P.S. For those of you who celebrate it, Happy Michaelmas!
Price, Emmeline Price
He’s a what?”
Nick stared at Emmeline, mouth open. She squeezed his hand again. “Stay calm, dear. Whatever I tell you, just react as if we were having a normal conversation over breakfast.”
He took a large sip of his coffee and scaled his tongue. Wincing, he said in lower tones, “How the hell did you get mixed up with an Armenian weapons dealer?”
“It’s a long story.”
“We have time.”
“Then I guess I’ll start at the beginning.” She gazed at their entwined hands, but didn’t say more.
Hello my dear, sweet, and patient Readers! I apologize for not posting anything for a terrible long stretch of weeks, especially after leaving you with that last cliffhanger (Who is Constantine?! What’s up with all those flowers? What is going on in Emmeline’s life and why is it suddenly so dangerous? Will Nick stick around?) but life has been crazy and busy and brilliant, and all my writing time had to be momentarily pushed to the side. But hopefully now I will get back into a regular posting schedule, even though I am sure life will not stop being busy and crazy.
First, some news! I am engaged! (that’s the brilliant part). I am overwhelmingly happy and so excited to start this new part of my life with my fiancé, Aaron!
And with that happy news imparted, let us continue on to Friday Fictioneers (at long last). Thank you very much to Rochelle for faithfully providing us bloggers with a prompt week after week all year long, and this week thank you to Kelvin M. Knight for providing the photo!
Do You Like Bagels?
Emmeline immediately spun around and winced, clutching her side as she hobbled away from her apartment.
“Woah! Where are you going?” Nick let the door close and ran after her, reaching out to steady her. “Em, slow down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
She stopped. “Do you like bagels?” she said a bit wildly. “I like bagels. I’m hungry. Let’s go to breakfast.”
Nick looked bewildered. “Not until you tell me what’s going on,” he insisted. “Em, what’s wrong?”
“It’s Constantine,” she said, a quaver in her voice. “He’s found me, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to kill me.”