Christy Grace Scarlet Pen
Online shopping can be good… but it can also be BAD! That’s what I’ve recently discovered…
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Christy Grace
“What about EthelLu”
“EthelLu? No, you need something that rolls off the tongue”
“Like what?”
“Well, LucyEth”
As much as I LOVE Lucy Ricardo and her crazy ideas and schemes, she is one thousand percent WRONG. LucyEth does NOT roll off the tongue.
They had an interesting dilemma in this episode though, what was the name of their secret ‘Dress Shop’ going to be called.
It did get me thinking though, what would I call my own dress store? Then I realised that I would never own one, and I changed my focus to a more plausible store – a bookstore!
Recently, I posted a short story called ‘The Last Bookstore’ and while I was writing it, I thought more about that scene, and what I would call a bookstore if I was ever the owner of one.
Naming a store after yourself (Like Lucy and Ethel’s Dress Shop) seemed a little selfish, so my mind then ran into the options. What kind of store is it? Where is it located? Is it JUST a bookstore, or a cafe as well? All those good questions which lead down their own rabbit holes.
Eventually I decided that I didn’t have an answer (I know, all that wondering for nothing!), but that I would LOVE to hear other people’s ideas!
Maybe I could call it Scarlet Pen Bookstore, or CGScarletPen Books but whatever the answer, it doesn’t matter right now – especially because we can’t leave our houses to open one… too soon??
What would you call YOUR bookstore, or store of any kind? I’d love to know – so pop the name into the comments and share it with us!!
See You in the Adventures!
Christy Grace
This month – Take Place in Supermarket, Have a two word first sentence, have Something breaking – Enjoy!
I froze.
My covert camera was falling and the subject of my investigation was staring at me. I gave him a brief smile then turned, picking up a packet of bread rolls and placing them into my decoy shopping basket. The subject gave a small nod of recognition then returned to selecting his waffles.
I quickly adjusted the camera which was disguised as a pen in my pocket, then casually moved further down the aisle.
As the subject continued browsing, I watched carefully for signs that his back injury was exaggerated. When he bent down to the lowest shelf with ease, I smiled.
Gotcha.
That was the most exciting part of this job. When I signed up for being an investigator, I was sure it would be solving crimes with the police and catching out cheating spouses. Unfortunately, the most exciting part of surveillance work was catching someone exaggerating on an insurance claim.
When the subject moved into another aisle, I calmly followed at a discreet distance.
As I turned the corner, I felt my heart beating faster.
It was her.
I looked left and right, then tried to plan my escape. Where could I go? I needed to get footage of the subject, but if She saw me, my cover would be blown.
Slowly I backed up and hid half of my body at the edge of the aisle. I pulled the covert camera from its place in my pocket and angled it better.
Why was she here? How did she know my subject?
I poked my head in and out and watched as they talked. My heart beat faster and faster as I watched her touch his arm and play with her hair.
I was about to go back to my car and wait for the subject there, when I saw it.
She moved in closer and he didn’t stop her. Their lips collided and I felt my jaw drop without permission. I stared, unable to look away.
The sound of someone clearing their throat behind me, made me almost drop my shopping basket and I turned. A tall man with a staff shirt on was standing with his arms crossed and his foot tapping. I tried to smile then looked back at them, still kissing.
“That was my…” my voice trailed off and the guy gave me a sympathetic smile. He motioned towards the exit and I nodded.
“Thank you for choosing…” His voice faded away as I walked back to my car.
I would never tell her. She would never know that my heart was broken.
After all, I was just another anonymous face in the crowd.
Thanks for Reading this Furious Fiction by Christy Grace
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