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When the Lights Go Out
When the Lights Go Out
When the Lights Go Out
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When the Lights Go Out

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Nicole approaches the Christmas holiday with sad nostalgia after a recent breakup with her girlfriend Emma. But much to her surprise, she finds herself attracted to a woman in her forties who her grandfather has been dating.

During her holiday visit, a storm takes out the power, and in the resulting black-out, romance blossoms between Nicole and Poppi’s “friend.” Then Nicole’s former partner shows up to complicate things.

Will this holiday drama end in heartache, or will Emma and Nikki get a second chance?
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJMS Books LLC
Release dateDec 9, 2017
ISBN9781634865012
When the Lights Go Out
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Ginna Wilkerson

Ginna Wilkerson has been writing almost since she could read, and often teaches writing as an adjunct professor. She has a Ph.D. in English from the University of Aberdeen in Scotland and discovered a love of travel later in life. She has long been fascinated by the supernatural as it appears in ordinary life. Ginna has two adult children and one grandson, and lives with her partner and their cats.

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    When the Lights Go Out - Ginna Wilkerson

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    Chapter 1: The Invitation

    I take my lunch dishes into the tiny kitchen and rinse them off, to be washed later. I’m doing some decent writing for the first time since Emma kicked me out, and I don’t want to lose momentum. As I resume my position in front of my computer on my sister Ashley’s comfy couch, I check my text messages. Just in case…

    And there is a message from Emma:

    Hey, Nik. Do you by any chance have my short-sleeved black sweater? I don’t care, really—just wondered.

    What the fuck? This is the first I’ve heard from her for over a month, and she’s asking about a damned sweater?

    I text back:

    Em—no. No sweater. I didn’t take your stuff.

    Reply:

    Okay—just asking. Wanted to wear it to the office party next weekend.

    I send no reply. How insulting and thoughtless. As I obsess about the coming holiday, a commercial for holiday cruises comes on the muted television. I feel like punching those smiling people…

    I know Christmas is coming up, but I really don’t want to think about it. Honestly, I’m barely holding on to a bit of sanity living back here in Tucson with my little sister, Ashley. Plus, it’s hard to be in a festive mood when I just broke up with the girl I thought was the love of my life. I would be really fine with skipping the entire holiday season this year.

    So when Ashley comes in from work with the mail, including a mysterious blue envelope from our grandfather, I admit I’m less than enthusiastic. If it’s some kind of invitation. I already know I don’t want to go. I want to see Poppi, but not so much the rest of my family. And I’m definitely not up for meeting anyone new.

    Ashley tosses the mail on the couch next to where I’m sitting, watching Jerry Springer with no sound and trying to write. See, I’m determined not to let Emma’s abrupt departure from my life put a damper on my career. Only a few months ago, my world was especially wonderful. I had a screenplay accepted by an indie film company at the age of twenty-eight, and my grandfather said he was proud of me for the first time in years. Everyone went to see the film when it came out. I got a hefty check, and I shared a trendy apartment in Phoenix with the cutest girl in the world.

    Well, that was then. Now is sharing a tiny stucco house in this familiar town with my sister and struggling to stay focused. Yes, I know most people find Tucson a cool place, but not when you spent your college days here and you return in defeat. Although everyone I know here is still talking about my writing success, I feel like a personal failure because of the thing with Emma. Of course, I’m grateful for Ash giving me a place to live, but the whole thing still sucks. I glance through the mail and pick out Poppi’s envelope.

    I didn’t open it yet; we should open it together. What could it be? asks Ashley. She goes to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine, and brings one for me back to the living room. I move my folding laptop table so she can sit on the couch.

    No idea, I answer. Party, barbeque, dinner?

    Wedding? adds Ashley.

    What? No way.

    "Way. I mean, I think he’s been seeing this woman on and off for a while, since they were in Evita together last spring. Maybe Poppi is thinking he’s not getting any younger and he may as well take the plunge. It’s been a lot of years since Gran died."

    I think about this a moment. Maybe. Or…maybe he’s caught up in the pretend world of the theater and thinks he’s Juan Peron. Have you met her?

    "No. Talked on the phone once,

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