1. Delete, Rewrite


    Date: 10/8/2018, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Saucymh, Source: LushStories

    Lucy opened the paperback a little wider and tilted it towards the light, but she read only one paragraph before dropping the book into her lap. Sighing, she rubbed her eyes. "I shouldn't be reading," she muttered. "I have to work." Placing the book on her desk, she looked at the laptop in front of her; lid open, screensaver patterns zig-zagging across its face. She jiggled her finger on the tracker pad, watching the screen wake up, revealing neat rows of words. Positioning her hands over the keyboard, she willed herself to type. Nothing happened. Her hands simply hovered, never touching the keys. Lucy, slumping, blew air through her teeth. She'd picked up the book because she was restless – but if she couldn't muster enough concentration to read, what chance did she have with writing? None, dammit. She folded her arms, her gaze flitting to the phone sitting atop her Oxford Dictionary. She hesitated, hands twitching, then lunged, snatching up the phone like a cat seizing a mouse. She peered anxiously at the screen. No missed calls, no messages . "Damn you," she said through clenched teeth. Turning her wrist, she checked her watch. Fifty-two minutes since Pete had walked out, fifty-one minutes since she'd sent the first text, forty-one since the second and nineteen since the third. All three texts were listed as 'read' and enough time had passed for Pete to collect his thoughts. "Come on, Pete, reply." Lucy closed her hand around the phone, debating her next move. Send ...
    another text? Call him? She puffed out her cheeks and absently flicked the pages of the abandoned paperback making a soft fluttering sound. Leave it . He'll contact me when he's ready . Replacing the phone on its dictionary perch, she scooped up the paperback, pushed back her chair and padded towards the sagging bookcase dominating the study's far wall. She slid her hand into a narrow gap on the third shelf and, widening it, slotted in the book. There. Pushing wild curls away from her eyes, Lucy admired the bookcase. Books were her friends, her comfort. She'd read over and over every book she owned, absorbing every word. Thrillers, mysteries, romances… Stretching out her arms, she stroked the spines of the neatly ordered paperbacks, smiling as she felt the creases. She lingered over a particularly well-worn tome. Ah yes … her favourite romance, with seductively sexy characters, titillating encounters, and a heart-warming happy ending. She traced the curled red lettering title and contemplated plucking the book from the shelf until thoughts of Pete intruded. She glared at her phone instead. "Come on, please. I've said I'm sorry." The laptop flickered, catching her eye. She watched it revert to screensaver mode, the brightly coloured patterns dancing with mesmerising brilliance. Lucy turned away. Returning her attention to the bookcase, she gazed lovingly at two books at the far end of the second shelf. They were different from the others. In pristine condition, wrapped in protective ...
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