Finding Passion — Spring Summer 2017 Bowman’s Inn

 I wrote a fun little short story to be published in an anthology along with a few of my friends. Finding Passion is about a man who just doesn’t have any joy in life–until a fun, bubbly little woman comes along and teaches him how. You can pick up a copy here.

Here’s an excerpt:

“Aidan,” Mandy said, “I don’t think Kari wants to talk shop right now. We’re basking in bright sunshine with the cool ocean water licking our toes.”

Kari sighed. “And a calm breeze. Sea gulls cawing and diving into the water.”

Aidan narrowed his eyes. “It’s forty-five degrees with drizzle and thirty mile per hour wind.”

Kari leaned forward and propped her chin in the palm of her hand. “Hot, half-naked guys playing frisbee in the sand.”

Aidan pursed his lips. “That does nothing for me.”

She continued in her dreamy voice. “Shopping in the markets among the locals.”

“Haggling over the prices so you don’t get screwed.” Aidan crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes. He hated getting screwed over.

“Then going back to the beach for a sunset stroll.”

“And ending up with sand in places you have no idea how it got there.”

Kari turned to him and glared. “Are you trying to ruin my vacation?”

“You’re not on vacation.”

“I am if I allow myself to be. All it takes is a little imagination. If you don’t want to join me, then stop being such a Debbie Downer.”

“Debbie Downer?”

“Yes. You’re a Debbie Downer.”

“But, it’s cold and nasty—”

“Debbie Downer.” Kari cocked her head, piercing him with her gaze, then took a long sip of her tropical drink. “Now I’m going to relax in a hammock under a palm tree with a pina colada. Are you going to allow me to do that without interrupting me?”

Aidan shrugged. “Sure, I’ll let you enjoy it. Not sure all those lizards will though. Where are we, anyway? Is one of those wild monkeys gonna swoop from the tree and snag your drink? Better cover up with a blanket while you’re lounging. Wouldn’t want a bird to shit on you.”

Kari squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. “In my dream, there are no birds shitting on me and no monkeys wandering away with my delicious fresh fruit. The lizards leave me alone just fine. It’s just me and peace.”

Aidan snorted. “Okay. I guess the pain from the sunburn hasn’t set in yet.”