She looked at the pink bundle in my arms, then back at me. The woman’s eyes narrowed. “We are not a depository for unwanted children.”
I lifted an eyebrow, the implication clear. “This isn’t my child.”
“A likely story.”
I cursed under my breath, which she didn’t take well. She started closing the wooden door, but I shoved my foot into the gap. This one would need some convincing.
Of course, if you enjoy my excerpt, feel free to check out any of my other published short stories over at AstonWest.com (click on my "Shorts"...hee hee).
Sounds like another Aston West tale ;) and sure to be full of interesting twists.ReplyDelete
Curious as to whose the child is. And why the character has it in the first place.ReplyDelete
It's definitely an Aston tale...poor guy always seems to find his way into these sorts of messes. :-)ReplyDelete
And immediately after this excerpt from the story, we enter the scene where we discover who the child belongs to and how it came about that Aston found her. Now I just need to find a magazine to take the story... ;-)
Lucky me! I've read the whole thing. Such a cute story.ReplyDelete
I can't wait to read what Jeanie has to say about this one. :)ReplyDelete
Yeah, want to know the backstory on that one - what a situation to find yourself in, lol.ReplyDelete
Yup, you definitely have, Angie. :-)ReplyDelete
OFG, you're going to love what happens with Jeanie in the fourth Aston novel (which I'm planning on posting an excerpt up for the next SFFS)... ;-)
Thanks for stopping by, everyone!