Here's the opening to a story I'm working on. What do you think? Hint: It's related to yesterday's post...
Spaz Romano’s Sugar Shack
I was loading my identical-twin Pomeranians BeeBop (Bee and Bop) into my car when my neighbor, Jimena, a police captain, flagged me down and rushed to my car.
She touched my wrist with her lime-green painted fingernails and gazed up at me. Her cheeks were flushed and pink. “Thank you.”
I’d seen this expression before on others. “They must’ve worked.”
“Don’t understand how or why, but yes. I’ve not felt this good in years.”
I tapped the window to quiet BeeBop, who were jumping up and down in my driver’s seat. “They love the Arboretum.”
Jimena flipped her long, tussled hair. “I won’t keep you. Just wanted to tell you how grateful we are, especially after I ransacked your office, put a gun to your head, and hauled you down to the station.” She giggled. “I owe you one, Spaz.”
“No problem," I said. "It ended up being a fun afternoon. Never been suspected of manslaughter before.” I waived to Jimena’s husband, who was watching us from the window.
I leaned into her and winked. “Let me know when you need a refill.”