Showing posts with label George Clooney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Clooney. Show all posts

Friday, April 27, 2012

Sweet Saturday Sample - April 28


Here’s another sample from my work-in-progress, Elly and the Geriatrics. If you haven’t read my earlier posts, you’ll need to know that Elly is staying with Granny M to help her recover from a broken ankle. But that’s against the Sunset Acres Retirement Village rules, so Elly is in disguise. 

Elly parked Granny’s golf cart near the door of the Shop ‘N Hop and grabbed a fabric tote from the orange-colored bin behind the seat. Granny had hot-glued yellow fringe around the bin’s edges and added a big glittery M on the back—M for Marge Macauley. An orange vinyl canopy covered the cart’s top. That, too, had a trim of yellow fringe dangling from its edges, inspiring Granny to call the vehicle “My Little Surrey.” To Elly, the two-person cart resembled a miniature Rose Parade float.
            Elly pulled the handwritten list from the slicker’s pocket and read the items Granny M had written in looping cursive.
            Two-percent milk (quart)
            Tylenol
            Miss Clairol #108 (reddish blond)
            National Enquirer
            White bread
            Peanut butter
At the bottom, she saw the words,
  Buy yourself a treat.
            Elly chuckled. The kind of treat she wanted wasn’t available at a mini-mart. If she could just have a day at a spa, complete with massage, facial, manicure, and pedicure, that luxury would keep her smiling for a month. Heck, while she was daydreaming she might as well make the masseur a drop-dead gorgeous Matthew McConaughey or George Clooney clone and set the scene on a beach in Hawaii. Why not? It sure as hell wasn’t going to happen. Really, if she just had a decent apartment back in Dallas and a start toward her career, she’d be satisfied. She straightened her shoulders and pushed aside her frustration. Jobs weren’t easy to come by right now, Granny needed her, and their arrangement suited her temporarily. The rest would come, hopefully soon. She pushed open the glass door to the store.
Now where do they keep Miss Clairol?



Personally, I'd choose Matthew McConaughey. Can't resist that Texas drawl.

By the way, I was amazed at the tricked-out golf carts pictured online. Here are links to a couple of sites that include photos. 
Go, Granny. Go!

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[NOTE: The golf cart photo is mine.]