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Fiction Friday - The Last Thing I Wanted...


This week's installment of the Fiction Friday Writing Challenge from my wonderful friend, and fellow author, Arial Burnz, was a little tricky. The prompt was a single sentence:

"The last thing I wanted to do was see her again, and yet I headed straight toward her."

Once I read it, a storyline began to unfold. A storyline that I had a hard time turning off and letting go. I have to say that participating in this writing challenge has been both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I'm learning to get right to the point when I'm writing my books, and that is a very valuable skill for a writer to possess. But it's also been a curse because I find that with each new prompt, I'm drawn into a storyline that grabs my attention and begs to be explored outside the confines of this 5 minute exercise. Unfortunately, pursuing these attractive plot bunnies isn't something I always have the time to do. But it's all good, because at least I'm building a little cache of story ideas ... just in case I ever run out. ;-)

The last thing I wanted to do was see her again, and yet I was headed straight toward her. I had no choice. As much as I wanted to turn and run in the other direction, I couldn’t. I didn’t have that luxury. My feet felt heavy as lead, and getting heavier with each step I took. She didn’t want to see me any more than I wanted to be here. Hell, for all I knew she would spit in my face, or at the very least she might flat out deck me. That would be ok. Lord knows I probably deserve it after what went down between us ten years ago. After the way I’d treated her.

I never meant to hurt her, and that’s the God’s honest truth. I loved her. I loved her as much as I knew how to back then. I would give anything to be able to go back and make different choices. But that was impossible now, and all I could do from here was my job.

“Hello Lisa.” Why did her name feel like a desperate whisper on my lips? I stare into her bright blue eyes and get instantly lost in them. Fuck. Why the hell is she still so damn beautiful?

“Carter?”

She stares at me, then slowly looks around at my men before her gaze finds me again, and I can see the understanding begin to dawn.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re the private security specialist my agent hired to protect me?”

I take a deep breath and slowly nod. “That’s right. My crew and I will be overseeing your personal security matters, starting immediately. I personally will be guarding you from here on out.”

#FlashFictionFriday #ArialBurnz

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