Broken Hearts - FF

Friday, we meet again and this time you have the last laugh. Alright, I'll admit it, I got ZERO work done on Keepers this week. I know I know, I'm horrible. This sleep monster is hard to beat, but I'm working on it. Promise. 

On the plus side, I've been prompt writing and stretching my writing biceps nightly, and I actually have so many good prompts for Fiction Friday's it's becoming hard to decide which to share. Also, (oh I can't wait to share this...!) I have been plotting a new novel! Yup, that's right, an entirely new story, new characters and need adventures. Don't worry, this won't mean I won't finish Keepers or Stealth, this new story will take Stealth's place as my stand alone novel worked on while I continue with book two of Keepers. Writing won't really begin until later in the year, but this will be my experiment in being a plotter versus a pantser. Am I ready to tell you everything about this new book now? Nope, Shhh.... It's a secret. 

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Happy Reading!
~Eliza

Fiction Friday 09:
Muse: 642 Things to Write About
Prompt: Write about a time you… broke a heart. 

Jennifer slicked her lip gloss on to her lips and puckered her them at the mirror. "Perfect!"  
She fluffed up her hair and dabbed at the corners of her eyes, the smokey eye shadow clinging to her skin like the dew off of a fresh morning leaf. She stepped back and admired her made up face, skimming her freshly manicured nails over her tight red dress. Her perfectly sculpted calves were highlighted by her sky high heels; black and strappy. 
During her preening, a cell phone rang from atop the nightstand across the room.  She raced to it and answered without looking at the caller ID, "On my way!" She giggled into it and hung up. She skipped out of her apartment and on to the street. When she stepped out and onto the stoop, a crunch beneath her feet stopped her in her tracks. She looked down and the streetlight glinted off of something there. She bent down carefully and picked up a single rose wrapped in cellophane. A card was tucked the the wrapping; one word written in fancy script on a piece of card. 
"Goodbye". 
She looked out into the black of night, tears forming in her eyes.  The crack of a gunshot broke the night’s silence and silenced her forever.

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