This week it’s our chance to shine, as we give some excerpts from our work:
All these excerpts and more can be found in the books featured on my Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Stevie-Turner/e/B00AV7YOTU/
So here’s a conversation from ‘The Daughter-in-law Syndrome’. Arla Deane is talking to counsellor Toni Beecher. Toni begins the conversation:
“For instance you could see this as a chance to welcome your new daughter-in-law into the family, and to make sure the relationship gets off to a better start than it did with yourself and your own mother-in-law. It looks as though your son has already chosen his life partner; do you think that in time you might be able to get to know her and accept his choice?”
“It’s easier said than done.” Arla raised the palms of her hands. “We’re worlds apart. We have nothing in common.”
“Yes, you do.” Toni smiled.
“What?” Arla replied with some irritation.
“You love your son as much as your daughter-in-law does. Your son thinks the world of you both, and I expect would love it if the two of you got along, especially now there’s a new baby on the way.”
“The trouble is, I have to take second place again in his life now; it’s so hard getting used to it.” Arla looked down at the carpet. “I was his whole world once, and now she is. I don’t feel I’m the most important person in anyone’s life now. I’ve been cast aside; made redundant.”
“Do you think it’s possible that maybe your mother-in-law could have had those exact same feelings when you married her son all those years ago?” Toni pressed on, peeped under her fringe, and tried to make eye contact.
Here’s the opening of ‘No Sex Please, I’m Menopausal!’ – the story of a couple’s mid-life crisis:
“Sorry, but it’s still the same as when I told you the last time and the time before that. It’s too painful, and I haven’t got a vagina anymore!” Lyn Fuller sighed as she removed her husband’s wandering hand. “Can’t you just accept it?”
From a clear vantage point between his wife’s legs, Neil Fuller let out an expletive as he risked a quick second glance.
“Yes you have, I can see one!” His finger pointed directly towards the object of the dispute.
“It’s for exit purposes only.”
“No, that’s the other end.”
“Well, can’t you stick something up there to help?” He took another glimpse; his erection deflating rapidly as he spoke.
“Wild yam is supposed to do the trick if you can’t take HRT.”
“Eh? You’ve got to stick a yam up there?” Neil looked quizzically at the size of the introitus on display, mentally comparing it to the dimensions of the root vegetable.
Last but not least here’s the beginning of Chapter 5 from ‘The Pilates Class’:
Edith Lambert sighed and looked in the mirror. It was bad enough being invisible, but now Julian had styled her hair just like a cauliflower again. She wanted it to look the way it had been when she first met Leonard, when she used to walk into a room and heads would turn. However, as that had been 54 years ago she was rapidly resigning herself to the fact that it was perhaps rather optimistic to expect Julian to perform miracles, and that she would have to get used to looking not unlike a vegetable from the brassica family.
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