fiction friday 3: roses are blue.

fiction friday.

fiction friday: three.
∼ Third installment of a work I swear will get a title (maybe even one of the dozens I trashed). Installments One + Two are here: fiction friday: one. + fiction friday: two.

Present Day…

Tears in her eyes, Kate stared out the cab’s window.

“You okay?” Ben asked from the other end of the back seat.

“Not sure. Kind of have some stuff going on…” Kate struggled to explain any of it.

“With the rock star?”

She cracked a little smile. He hated when she called him a rock star. “Yeah. Guess you recognized him.”

Ben nodded to her. “And I saw the way he looked at you.” Ben may have just met her an hour ago, but he’d have to be blind to have missed it.

“He’s my best friend.”

“I think he’s more than that.” He laughed, just barely. “God, the energy between you two… I could see it from across the room. I thought the place might go up in flames.”

“We have a lot of history.” She sighed with relief when the cab pulled up in front of her building. She appreciated Ben walking her out of that bar, hailing a cab, getting her home. But she needed to be alone. As she dug for some cash, Ben stopped her.

“Kate, I got this. And… hey?” He waited for her to look at him. “I hope it works out.”

“Thanks, Ben.”


Kate barely made it inside her apartment before her tears fell. She collapsed onto her sofa and tossed her phone onto the pillow beside her. God, he looked so sad. I hate when he looks sad. She rested a hand over her heart. I need to know what I saw last week. Mish keeps telling me it was nothing but I just feel sick every time I think about it. I have to talk to him. She reached for her phone and stared at it. And her insides twisted into a web of knots… and she cried. I can’t do this right now. I’m a mess.

Desperate to relax, she tossed her phone aside again and tried to escape her own thoughts in a long hot shower.

For long, agonizing moments, he stared at her window, clutching his phone in his hand. She’s home. I can see her lamp… the hideous one from her grandmother she had to keep… because she would never hurt anyone’s feelings. He sighed and tried to focus. She’s in there. Oh God, is she with that guy?

He felt sick. He had to know what went wrong. He couldn’t make sense of it. Everything was okay. And then so so much better than okay. And then… perfect. How did it fall apart? Why won’t she talk to me? What the hell happened?


His brain replayed every day… every hour… every minute since that beautiful night. But he couldn’t figure out where they derailed. And he couldn’t bear knocking on her door and finding her inside with that guy.

As his cab driver took him home, he stared at his phone. He scrolled back through some messages from Katie. No, I will not call you Kate. You’ve always been Katie to me. Or killer. He made himself smile. No, she made him smile. She’d been doing that for as long as he could remember.

He tossed his jacket over the back of the couch and sank down in front of it. He knew he couldn’t make it through another night without answers. He couldn’t make it another minute. He quickly typed into his phone.

                His words: Sorry – I know it’s late but can you call me? Please? Now?

                                He stared at the screen until he finally saw a response.

Dialing right now…


You just read Fiction Friday: Roses Are Blue #3. Also available:
Blue 1 | Blue 2 ||| Blue 4Blue 5Blue 6 | Blue 7 | Blue 8 | Blue 9 | Blue 10 | Blue 11
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Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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12 Responses to fiction friday 3: roses are blue.

  1. Tiegan says:

    I can’t wait to hear what they say to each-other!

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  2. Tiegan says:

    In response to your comment on my blog… no, I don’t think these stories you’re writing are boring.
    If they were, I wouldn’t have read up to part three.

    Some titles I’m thinking about… some are better than others. But maybe they’ll give you inspiration for other titles.

    “The Rock Star”
    “Before the Kneeling” (With this one, I was thinking about a marriage proposal, so sorry if it sounds weird.)
    “Meeting Place”
    “When I Watched You Through the Window” (Thinking about how much he cares for her and might look out for her even when she doesn’t know it. )
    “Insatiable” (Inspiration from one of Meg Cabot’s books that I’ve read.)

    Maybe some of those are to your liking.

    Again, don’t be discouraged!


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  3. Wandering Soul says:

    who did he message? was it Kate or someone else? *wink* there’s an idea – a twist you could work into the story 🙂
    Sandra, please stop this part one, two and three and get on with the whole story. you are killing me with the suspense. 🙂 Have you thought of the title?

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    • Oh, I already know who he messaged…! 🙂 It’s already written… I’m just sort of changing how I wrote it as I go…. but not changing the content… if that makes any sense? Sometimes I cannot explain myself! I’m hoping to settle on a title by this Friday. Couldn’t decide if I should keep the one I originally had…

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