Tuesday, September 16, 2014

SPOTLIGHT -- Linda L Picl's "Solitary Dreamer"


Everyone felt sorry for Carrie Lawson. She was a sweet woman who had nothing but a deadbeat husband and a dream of a writing career. Happiness was something she had to fight for but when she met Logan Franks, a local firefighter, her love life became a whole lot warmer until her very existence was almost snuffed out by a person she thought she'd never see again.

Logan Franks is hot, and not just in looks. Being a volunteer firefighter doesn't mean being on a calendar or turning girls on...it's dangerous work. Sometimes you have to go in and save everyone, sometimes even your worst enemy. But Logan is above all that, he will save everyone he can.

He and Carrie will fight for a life together, no matter what, even if the chances are high it will all blow up in their faces.



“Let me introduce you to Flash...as in Flash Gordon, you know, the super hero.” She crinkled her nose and couldn’t control her burst of laughter. She hadn’t laughed that hard in ages...it felt good. After regaining some composure, she had to ask, “No way, really, that’s his name? You could be more original, you know?”

Her reaction amused the good-natured man and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Your name is? Just so you and my friend here are properly introduced.”

Carrie put her hand to her mouth trying to suppress more giggles, “Oh! I’m sorry, Flash. My name is Carrie Lawson.”

His eyes sparkled with delight when he replied, “Well now, don’t be sorry, it’s a lovely name.” Carrie caught his bad joke and showed him the most amazing smile he’d ever seen. Her eyes and smile lit up the dreary room, making his entire week a whole lot happier.

“Carrie Lawson, meet Flash, the Basset hound. 

This is as active as he gets. If you ask him politely, he might give you his paw. However, don’t ask him to do anything else, because that’s as much as you’ll get in one day. He exhausts easily.”

Carrie knelt down in front of the pooch and held out her hand revealing a cheap wedding band that cut straight to Logan’s heart. Damn, somebody got to her first. Logan shut his eyes briefly. Why did he automatically assume she was single and why were all the beautiful ones taken?

“Hello, Flash, it’s an honor to meet you. May I please have your paw? “Amazingly, the old canine sat down rather graciously and held up his paw for her. Delighted by the feat, Carrie smiled, “Wow that’s a good dog. You were right he’s great and very smart.”

She ruffled his big old ears, appreciating the trick and making the hound more than happy to roll over for her to pet his substantial belly.

Logan was too surprised to do anything but nod, “I was so...kidding. He’s never done that before! I’ve begged him for years. What gives, Flash? You have an eye for the pretty girls, don’t you? You’re a miracle worker, Carrie.”

Stepping away from the table, he held out his hand, “Oh, now I’m sorry. My name is Logan Franks. It’s a genuine pleasure to meet you, Carrie.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry. That’s a lovely name too.” She kidded back with Logan as she stood to take his hand, almost slamming right into her mother as the woman raced over with the food and an attitude.

Carrie knew it was trouble when Sandy dropped the bag into Carrie’s hand and grabbed Logan’s extended hand, putting it to her own evil heart. Good

Lord, Carrie thought, as she blushed. She stood frozen, watching Logan try in vain to retrieve his hand. Having no luck, Logan realized that her mom was stronger than she looked.

Carrie’s face reddened and she felt her blood pressure rise. This was a ridiculous exhibition. Her mom was performing for him and it had to stop. Filling fast with all sorts of humiliation for the second time that day, Carried didn’t control herself any longer. “Mom, stop! What are you doing to this poor man?” There...she’d done it. For the first time in her life, she yelled at her own mother. It was almost cathartic. However, it was short lived as the old Carrie came racing back, making her wanting to hide in the broom closet because she knew the woman wouldn’t take this easily.

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Linda L. Picl was born in 1955 and got her love of reading from spending time in a tiny library under a police station in a small town in Illinois. That tiny room opened up a new world of books. From there she went on to work at many of the libraries in suburbs all around Chicago, then on to Indiana. Thinking it was an easy process she went on to write. Finding out it was harder than it looked she still went on to produce her first book Next Time Love Comes. 

And there are more to follow.


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