Chapter One – The Talk

This is part one of the short story I’m trying to write.  Mind you, I do very little fiction — this is predominantly a review website — but I’m taking a stab at it.  I haven’t gotten to the really scary stuff, yet:

“Well first of all, the air is stifling here.  But really, just everything is stifling here.”  I was craving a Frappucino but was working on exercising my self-discipline.  Sometimes a hot gulp of black coffee sounds like a delicious, stimulating indulgence.  Other times, it feels like a necessity.  But there are times – like that night – when it just felt like a punishment for someone who loves Frappucino but carries its calories in her thighs.  I paused and realized that I was tapping my foot frenetically. Continue reading “Chapter One – The Talk”

Chapter One – The Talk