In one of those rare occurrences I found writing inspiration while shopping at Wal-mart.

I was in the mood for some veggies, and I glanced over and I literally stopped in my tracks.

There was a very good looking man browsing the cheese cake section. Much younger man, I guess about 10-15 years younger.

The jeans should have been illegal the way they clung to his ass. His dark blond hair was neatly cut. Hmm and the shirt stretched across his muscled chest. tattoos on his biceps.

He looked like he had stepped off a book cover! I was startled by how attractive he was, he certainly wasn’t a townie.


Then he opened his mouth and I almost walked over to him and punched him right in the kisser!!! This kid right here!

Was so rude to the older woman who was shopping with him! I am assuming she was his mother. Now I am no saint, I can be quite rude to my mother too but holy… he was impatient. (Not a big fan of rudeness but neither I’m a fan of a man being strangled by his mama’s apron strings)

I walk on, and nearly get ran over by his cart in the condiments aisle. “Excuse me” I smiled coolly.

He didn’t even apologize. Oh boy.

I turn the corner to the frozen goods section and again he runs into me!

What the heck is this kid’s problem?

My eyes narrowed. “Excuse me!”

I marched by him.

Ah definitely plot material!

Eek now if only I write like JAK, Julie Garwood, Lori Foster to name a few.

However I am not going to be writing anything until I have my fanfic uploaded from iCloud onto the laptop.


♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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