Love, Laughter & Lucky Marbles
Kate Hewitt
Language: English
Pages: 62
ISBN: 2:00302786
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A lucky marble... a red clown nose... a fish shop... a trip to A&E. Sometimes love is found in the most unlikely ways and places! Enjoy this collection of ten short stories celebrating the funny side of falling in love. All stories have been previously published in various magazines around the world, and are written by USA Today bestselling author Kate Hewitt.
Stories in this Anthology: Clowning Around, Something Fishy, Say It With Flowers, Not So Fast, Just Friends, An Unexpected Valentine, Marble Madness, Sister of the Bride, Hearts and Roses, She Loves Me
February Fourteenth I received a dozen red roses, thank you very much. They were the kind you see in a bucket outside the petrol station, withered, ragged blossoms and no scent. But it's the thought that counts, right? That relationship didn't make it till March. Now it was February eleventh, and the love-fest had already started. Eloise, my boss, had her boyfriend propose to her last night. He'd been meaning to wait till the actual day, but apparently became too excited. She told me this
face turning scarlet as I realised what I'd said, and to whom. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say your father was rude..." Except that was exactly what I had said. I winced. "He can be rude," Jamie admitted. "He's been living with me since my mum died three months ago. He just moved in here, actually, and I've been staying with him till he gets on his feet. That's why I've called. I wanted the neighbours to know his details, just in case..." he shrugged. "I know he's a curmudgeonly old coot sometimes,
Not too many possibilities I can see offhand, but still...” “I don’t want any possibilities,” Jennie protested, sneezing. “Really, Jennie, that’s going to put them right off.” Brianna clucked disapprovingly. “Why don’t you take one of those sinus tablets? Oh, look, there’s someone...” Jennie glanced up from scrabbling through her bag for a tissue. A tall, rangy man was standing by the doorway, looking phenomenally bored. He was handsome, in a rugged sort of way, and he seemed to be enjoying
her, a smile of warm and gentle encouragement that would have reduced her to tears if her life--and dignity--didn't feel on the line. "Oops!" she called brightly, and made a big show of looking for her nose. "Where did that go?" More screams of delighted laughter. "Make your wig come off!" "Your shoes!" This was fast turning into a clown strip-tease, Allie thought wryly. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold their attention. She didn't even know where her red nose was. Then Matt
was the woman whose husband had been diagnosed with cancer--as she was paying for her cup of tea and a scone I said rather impulsively, “what did the monkey say when he walked into a bar?” She looked at me blankly, her face marked with sorrow and worry. “Pardon?” “Ouch.” It took her a minute, but then she laughed until the tears ran down her cheeks. Laughter and tears. Often they go together. “Thank you for that,” she told me as she paid for her tea. “Thank you. I needed a laugh.” “Well?”