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    Fools Rush In...
    Fools Rush In...
    Fools Rush In...
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    Fools Rush In...

    By Top Writers Block

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    The group of published authors known as Top Writers Block have contributed to another collection of short stories for charity.
    This time the theme had to be 'Fools Rush In...'
    It is always interesting to see how a few words are able to inspire such different writings. Why not see for yourselves.

    Money earned by the authors will be going to Sea Shepherd, who have devoted themselves to protecting our oceans.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTop Writers Block
    Release dateDec 4, 2012
    ISBN9781301040957
    Fools Rush In...
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    Top Writers Block

    Top Writers Block is a diverse and eclectic group of talented writers who decided to write stories together - just for the fun of it! We are happy to announce that authors proceeds have always gone, and will continue to go, to Sea Shepherd.fr every time Smashwords has made a payment! Thank you to those who have supported the group, independent authors, and Sea Shepherd. Our collections are usually written with one theme or genre in mind. Each author contributes when they have the time, so some of the collections have as many as twelve authors participating. Every collection has something new, with stories and poems ranging from romance, drama, and adventure to mystery, fantasy, and horror. All the Top Writers Block's proceeds will go to Sea Shepherd, so by buying you are helping to keep our oceans alive! Thank You all so much!

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      Fools Rush In... - Top Writers Block

      Fools Rush In...

      by

      Top Writers Block

      © Dec. 2012

      Yann Bergeaud, Suzy Stewart Dubot, Anna Scott Graham, David Keith,

      Elizabeth Rowan Keith, Bill Rayburn, Melissa Szydlek, Debra Thomas

      Published by Top Writers Block at Smashwords

      ISBN:  9781301040957

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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      Table of Contents

      Don’t Go by Melissa Szydlek

      Coasting by Debra Thomas

      Why We Do It by David H. Keith

      Fool That I Am… by Suzy Stewart Dubot

      Journey of an Ignorant Fool by Yann Bergeaud

      Fools Rush Inn by Elizabeth Rowan Keith

      Commencement by Bill Rayburn

      Pork Fried Rice and Recessed Lights by Anna Scott Graham

      Don’t Go

      by

      Melissa A. Szydlek

      Melissa Szydlek lives in the United States. Originally from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, she survived Detroit for many years and has settled into a quieter life in North Carolina.

      Her ebooks can be found on Smashwords at

      https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mszydlek

      You can also connect with her on Facebook

      https://www.facebook.com/MSzydlekWriter?ref=hl

      Copyright © 2012 Melissa A. Szydlek

      Don’t Go

      Mya, think about what you’re doing, Molly said. Think about David, the life you’ve built.

      Mya turned and looked again at Tommy as he stood by the door leading into the hotel lobby. He was at least five tables and dozens of people away from her, his face in profile. The white lights from the Christmas tree by the elevators shadowed his features, but she knew his face would be soft, his eyes sad, his lips angled down. Tommy held his arm aloft, palm upward, his hand reaching for Mya. She knew what a struggle it was for him to hold his arm behind him, but he didn’t move. Wordlessly he begged her to intertwine her fingers with his.

      ****

      Mya touched David’s close-cropped black hair, lightly rubbing her fingers on his scalp. The edges of his hair, close to his temples, were turning gray. She twirled the strands in her fingers and David stopped snoring and let out a sigh, sounding content. He turned onto his back and began snoring again. He looked peaceful, handsome. Mya traced her fingers on his face, starting at his forehead, down his sharp nose, across his scarred lips, and down to his chin. She moved one finger back to his lips, tracing the scars on the lower left side. David had gotten the scars in a fight when he was barely an adult. Mya couldn’t even remember who it was that David had fought, and she doubted he could either. He was different then, full of hatred at the world and ready to rumble at the slightest offense. But he changed when he asked Mya to marry him, finished college, got a good job. Mya brushed her lips on David’s and then licked his nose.

      The snoring stopped and David’s eyes popped open.

      You are dirty, my girl, David said in his gravelly voice. The Irish accent was still present, but had waned over his many years in the States.

      Mya giggled. She snuggled in close to him, putting her head on his chest. He pulled his arm from under her and wrapped it around her shoulders. He started snoring again. As she tickled the salt and pepper hairs on his chest, she smiled. After 25 happy years of marriage, she still found him attractive, kind, and wonderful. Other than a few gray hairs, he looked unchanged from the man she met when she was 18. She, on the other hand, had changed quite a bit. She’d lost her litheness but felt comfortable in her rounder, curvier 40’s. She would not succumb to gray hair, not yet. She and her hairdresser kept it a consistent auburn with her every 6-week coloring appointments.

      Let it go, David had said to her recently. Go gray. Be a rebel. I love you now, as I did when we were kids. Let it go, Lass.

      But Mya wasn’t ready to be old, not yet. Maybe when she was 50, or 55, but at 43 she still felt young, smarter than the shy 18-year old she was, but still the same person on the inside. No, she wasn’t ready to go gray.

      She pushed her cheek into David’s chest. We have to get up. It’s all ready 8:00. We’re going to be late.

      Too tired. Must sleep, David said.

      Molly is going to be waiting for us at the restaurant and Jay wants you two to get started on moving the whirlpool right after.

      David moaned. Why did I agree to help him install a whirlpool on a fecking Saturday morn?

      Mya stood up. It was early December and though the days were still warm, the mornings in North Carolina were chilly. Winter was not far away. The floor was freezing beneath her feet and she ran to the bathroom and started the shower.

      Get up, Davey Boy! she shouted. She heard a mumble and then snoring.

      Her shower finished, Mya stepped into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her. Her wet hair hung dripping onto her shoulders and back. David was still sleeping.

      It’s 8:30! Get the hell up, David. Jay has always been there for us when we needed heavy labor. It’s your turn.

      David rolled onto his side, facing away from Mya.

      David, we are going to have a towel snapping incident.

      Mya whipped off her towel and curled it into a tight spiral between her hands. Without rolling over, David said, Don’t you dare, woman.

      She let loose of one end of the towel, the other end snapping David’s butt with a loud crack. He had the sheet pulled over him so the impact was sharp. He made a loud noise, like an animal in pain, and jumped out of bed. He was naked.

      You sneak! Mya said.

      David grabbed her shoulders and threw her on the bed. I told you not to snap those damn towels at me. He jumped on her and they giggled. He kissed her and then winked at her, looking sly.

      No way, she said, pushing on his chest with her palms. I’m showered and clean. You are not allowed to make me dirty. We have to go, and now.

      I have to go, now, David said.

      Let me up.

      Do as I say woman. He laughed.

      She kissed him and sat up, running to the bathroom.

      You owe me, David said, laughing while Mya got dressed.

      ****

      Clare’s was a little too fancy for Mya. Molly and Jay were down to earth people, but their idea of affordable ran twenty dollars per person for breakfast. It wasn’t that Mya couldn’t afford it, but more that she was a scrooge when it came to dining out. She would rather be cooking a meal in her own kitchen but Molly had begged them to meet at Clare’s.

      We haven’t been out in ages, Molly had said on the phone earlier in the week. With all the renovations going on at the house, we haven’t had the time.

      When they arrived, David found a spot on the street not far from the restaurant and they walked hand-in-hand to Clare’s. Molly was sitting in a booth near the back and got up when she saw Mya enter.

      The women squealed like schoolgirls and hugged.

      I thought we were best friends, Molly said, pouting. I haven’t seen you in almost two months. It’s unacceptable.

      I’m sorry, said Mya. Deadlines at work, you’ve been busy renovating. It mustn’t happen again.

      Never again.

      Deal.

      Molly turned to David and gave him a hug. She touched his left temple saying, Just For Men, David, will work wonders on that gray.

      Oh, and hello to you too, David said. I like my gray. I’m going gray and I like it. I’m trying to get Mya to let it go too.

      Never happen, Mya said.

      Where’s Jay? David asked.

      Late, as usual, Molly said. Whirlpool guy was delivering as I drove out here. He was supposed to be there last night, but of course he couldn’t make it until this morning. He should be here any minute. My brother might be joining us as well. He’s visiting the States and should be in town any time now.

      I vaguely remember you having a brother, Mya said. Never met him, this mysterious sibling.

      He’s always traveling. He freelances, writes for travel journals mostly. I haven’t seen him in over a year.

      I wish I had brothers and sisters, Mya said. I’d never go long without seeing them if I had them. Being an only child was lonely sometimes.

      Tommy was a pip and a half, Molly said with fondness. He’s eight years younger than me. By the time I was away to college he was still in elementary school. I’ve never felt too close to him, but I love him. He has an amazing capacity to make people laugh despite his trouble.

      What trouble? David asked. "Jail? Drugs?

      Really, David? Don’t be a creep.

      Alcohol then? David said, and then laughed.

      Tommy has FSHMD.

      Mya and David stared at Molly.

      What’s FSHMD? Mya asked.

      It’s a form of muscular dystrophy. He wasn’t diagnosed until he was 20. He’s 35 now. Actually, he’s escaped most of the problems of the disease and does quite well. Gets about without help and doctors say he’ll probably not end up in a wheelchair. I’m lucky I didn’t get it.

      It’s inherited? David asked.

      Molly nodded. Our dad had it, but like Tommy, he wasn’t too bad off. Took care of himself and was still living independently when he passed a few years back.

      You can hear your fondness for them in your voice, Mya said, touching Molly’s arm.

      I just wish I saw Tommy more, he’s all I’ve got left of my family now.

      You’ve got Jay, David said.

      You know what I mean, Molly said.

      A waitress

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