WIP Wednesday...
May. 7th, 2025 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chicatingThis is from what would be my novel, "Wedded Twist"...I'm not sure I believe it will be finished and published anymore because I've been thinking "ooh, my first novel" about some little nonsense FOREVER, but maybe.
If a love affair (mixed with low-level fraud) could start with a joke, Neil guessed it would be theirs. There had been deepening feelings as he helped Corinne at her home, but they were both pretending it was a silly, simple crush. Like falling in love with the girl a year ahead who sat a few tables down in the cafeteria. They’d gone to the cheap little Mexican place down the street, sweating on the patio, both for atmosphere and because Corrine’s chair barely fits through the door of the taqueria. It’s only a little hot though, and the paper flowers on the tables do make it seem like a little foreign country, one that maybe they belong in. They order margaritas and fill up on chips, which derails the Serious Talk (and pitch for her to offer some care-hours to his friend Violet.) He practiced in the bathroom mirror as if it were a class exercise—Man Gaining Mastery of His Feelings—sometimes, it’s good that he hasn’t given up his own place yet, though mostly it’s like a model home version of a bachelor apartment. Still, he tries.
If a love affair (mixed with low-level fraud) could start with a joke, Neil guessed it would be theirs. There had been deepening feelings as he helped Corinne at her home, but they were both pretending it was a silly, simple crush. Like falling in love with the girl a year ahead who sat a few tables down in the cafeteria. They’d gone to the cheap little Mexican place down the street, sweating on the patio, both for atmosphere and because Corrine’s chair barely fits through the door of the taqueria. It’s only a little hot though, and the paper flowers on the tables do make it seem like a little foreign country, one that maybe they belong in. They order margaritas and fill up on chips, which derails the Serious Talk (and pitch for her to offer some care-hours to his friend Violet.) He practiced in the bathroom mirror as if it were a class exercise—Man Gaining Mastery of His Feelings—sometimes, it’s good that he hasn’t given up his own place yet, though mostly it’s like a model home version of a bachelor apartment. Still, he tries.
