Wednesday, October 9, 2013

The Second Best Day

The second best day in Carly Joe Patterson's life began with the arrival of a lawyer.  She was in her new pajamas, sipping coffee on the balcony when a harsh knock interrupted her.  It was seven in the morning.

Carly Joe experienced a panic. Maybe the oil company had decided not to pay for her room after all.  She looked over the side of the balcony speculatively; too far to jump off the balcony into the river. She never should have chosen the El Presidente Suite, but she just couldn't resist the personal Mariachis. Or the free drinks. Those zombies were quite a treat.

The knock persisted, and Carly Joe just got tired of the sound.  She opened the door, staring into the face of the second most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. His piercing green eyes were smiling, and she felt like a prize filly at a horse auction.  Carly Joe shook her head; this man was obviously not looking to fool around.

"Y'all a bill collector?" she moved aside to allow him to come into the suite.  "Because I ain't got any cash.  Won't be paying for this room, either, if that no good oil company won't pay."

"Miss Patterson?" Smithson Coltrane smiled, offering his hand.  "I represent that no good oil company. I am here to discuss a settlement check."

Carly Joe shook the lawyer's hand.  She vaguely recalled talk of a meeting with a lawyer on the phone last week, when Jackson Coltrane had shown up at her trailer. She sat down at the table, wishing she'd ordered up breakfast.

Smithson Coltrane sat down across from her and opened his briefcase.  He removed a folder and slid it along the table toward her.

"My client feels this amount represents an appropriate compensation for the loss of your husband."

Carly Joe opened the folder and scanned the check inside. There were a few more zeroes than expected. Carly Joe smiled. She would never have to ask about bill collectors again.

The prompts were a quote from Rumi and a video by a well known metal mariachi band, Metalachi. 
Yes.  There is such at thing. 

The prompt is the third definition of the word ZOMBIE. 


  1. you never disappoint me. I come over to read something fun, creative and slightly off kilter and here you are with your words and descriptions and great dialogue.

    Now, I'm eagerly awaiting her 3rd best day ever....maybe for Studio30Plus? ;)

  2. Perfect. I''ll echo Kir's words, about never disappointing. So not where I thought that was going. The personal mariachi's was amazing. Though I did want to know why the oil company was putting her up to begin with.

  3. I enjoyed her voice! I like the "second best" echoed with the day and the attractiveness of the men.

  4. Lovely, subtle details in here. Especially like the "just got tired of the sound". This writing is very real. Thanks for linking up!

  5. I like it that she's the sort of person who would consider jumping off the balcony to escape. That's a great characterization. Personal mariachis is a terrific use of that prompt. Nice voice, too and great continuation of the story.

  6. Way to go, Carly Joe!
    New pajamas, personal Mariachis, and zombies. Just when it seems life can't get any better.
    Loved it, Tina!

  7. Lovely article indeed. This is one of the reasons why I keep coming back to your blog.

    Keep it up!

    Irene (Auto Detailing)


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