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- Herausgeber: Spiral Publishing, Ltd.
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
Angela Garcia builds websites to help make other people’s dreams come true.
Now one of her childhood dreams waits, ready to come to life.
Sometimes procrastination feels like the safest choice.
And sometimes your intentions make all the difference.
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An excerpt from Intentions:
Angela Garcia breathed in the rich cinnamon and ginger aroma of her third cup of coffee as she watched her wife sip from a huge mug of Earl Gray tea. Bright morning sunlight streamed through the wavy paneled glass of the breakfast nook windows, filtered by huge oak trees older than Angela and Julie put together.
She’d grown up in this neighborhood full of hundred-year-old houses, a precious bit of peace right on the edge of busy Atlanta, but Angela was still delighted to wake up here every single day. Giving up their expensive, modern downtown apartment to move back into her childhood home had changed their lives in more ways than she could count.
This cheerful bright yellow room, the sleek kitchen beside them, and the entire house basked in the love and attention the two of them had lavished on everything over the past six months. Their silky calico cat Lorrie purred her approval from her tiny window seat in the sun.
With Julie leading the way and Angela’s enthusiastic participation, the outdated and gaudy late-Eighties décor had given way to calm earth tones, wood, and stone.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
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For Angela
Intentions
Kari Kilgore
Spiral Publishing, Ltd.
Chapter 1
Angela Garcia breathed in the rich cinnamon and ginger aroma of her third cup of coffee as she watched her wife sip from a huge mug of Earl Gray tea. Bright morning sunlight streamed through the wavy paneled glass of the breakfast nook windows, filtered by huge oak trees older than Angela and Julie put together.
She’d grown up in this neighborhood full of hundred-year-old houses, a precious bit of peace right on the edge of busy Atlanta, but Angela was still delighted to wake up here every single day. Giving up their expensive, modern downtown apartment to move back into her childhood home had changed their lives in more ways than she could count.
This cheerful bright yellow room, the sleek kitchen beside them, and the entire house basked in the love and attention the two of them had lavished on everything over the past six months. Their silky calico cat Lorrie purred her approval from her tiny window seat in the sun.
With Julie leading the way and Angela’s enthusiastic participation, the outdated and gaudy late-Eighties décor had given way to calm earth tones, wood, and stone.
An open and airy home office for Angela’s freelance publishing and design business had replaced her parents’ overly formal dining room, and most of the time she was glad about that.
Right now, she would happily plan a torturous dinner party for ten than face the deceptively simple project she’d been putting off for the past few weeks.
Julie’s long blond hair was wrangled into a thick braid, a good match for her sensible and appropriate dark green khaki pants and tan button-down shirt. She thrived on the social interaction and structure that had driven Angela crazy in the corporate publishing world she’d recently left behind.
Sweat pants, a comfortable t-shirt, and unruly hair twisted into a loose knot suited her better than any work dress code ever had.
Angela focused on the corkboard on the wall beside the kitchen door, one of the clever and effective tactics Julie used to keep such a big project on schedule. Instead of long checklists of things to do, contractors to call, or notes about samples of paint, the white board in the middle had only three words surrounded by drawings of balloons and fireworks.
Finished: House Party!
Her parents had visited a week ago from their retirement home in Florida, beaming in approval at all the changes. Even during the big gathering with all their friends and family, Angela had been distressed about losing her excuse to procrastinate.
She wasn’t fooling Julie any more right now than she had that night.
"Nope, not a thing on that board you can use as a distraction, sweetheart," Julie said, leaning over to kiss Angela on the cheek. "The only thing on your to-do list is your own website. You can’t exactly publish a photo book with no way for people to buy it."
"I know, I know.” Angela put her elbows on the square table, made of wood salvaged from remodeling, and rubbed her face. "Maybe I’ll have a nice email asking about a consulting job waiting for me."
Julie snorted as she got to her feet. She picked up Angela’s coffee cup and held out her hand. Angela groaned and let her pull her off of the cushioned bench.
Bagel, their gray-faced yellow pit bull, yawned and got up off of her matching dog-sized bench to see what all the excitement was about.
"Come on, missy," Julie said. "You drove me to work when I couldn’t drive myself a long time ago. Gave me a reason to get out of bed a couple of times, too. Time for me to return the favor."
Angela let Julie pull out her red rolling office chair, then sat and smiled as Julie wiggled the mouse on the black wooden desk to wake up the screen of her Macintosh.
That was about as comfortable as Julie Ramsey ever got with computers running anything besides project management and architectural drafting software. Bagel settled into her pink couch-shaped bed at Angela’s feet with a long sigh.
"See? Listen to our girl," Julie said, standing behind Angela’s chair with her arms around her shoulders. "You can do this, Ange. You spend all of your time taking care of everyone else, making other people’s dreams come true. You definitely did that for me. Your turn."
Julie leaned down and scratched Bagel’s ears. She stood and crossed her arms, raising one eyebrow.
"No jobs for other people today," she said, grinning to soften the words. "If you must procrastinate, you’re free to write a little fiction. I’ve been waiting years to read something new."
