Hello and welcome to another writers' Tuesday, and of course another showcase excerpt from an aspiring women's fiction writer! This week the excerpt comes from Kimberly Murphy!
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About Kimberly Murphy
Born in Virginia Beach, VA, raised in Raleigh, NC, and now residing in Myrtle Beach, SC, Kimberly Murphy is an abundance of personalities wrapped into one: a doting mother, hopeful writer, exasperated real estate agent, loyal mate and encouraging friend. She spends her days working in the world of land and monetary investments, and her nights with her family or friends, drawing joy, anger, comedy and dispair from her own real life experiences as parallels for her work.
About the Book
Sorry Charlie is about an ambitious 30-something, fearless in her accomplishments, but terrified of relationships. However, after being dubbed “a serial dater” by her two closest gals, past experience and future engagements make her realize the opportunities she’s thrown to the wayside and she prepares for the challenge of her life: falling in love. Will she ever be able to commit? Or will every relationship end with those infamous last words, Sorry! Charlie?
Excerpt
Sorry Charlie by Kimberly Murphy
CHAPTER ONE – THE LAST TIME
Charlotte Monroe raced up the steps to her house, fumbling deep inside her oversized Chanel purse for her house keys. What she once considered her favorite accessory now resembled a black hole rather than last year’s “must have” bag. She felt her fingers graze over a wallet, a squeeze tube of lip gloss, several pens, chap stick, her make-up bag(which she realized was unzipped), her bronzer compact(that was supposed to be in said make-up bag) a few napkins and tissues, either a candy bar or energy bar(she couldn’t remember) but no keys. She felt her chest grow tighter and heard her own breaths racing in time with her escalating pulse. Had she taken them out of her purse at LT’s place? NO! She told herself, you can’t possibly have left them there…that would mean going back and having to TALK to him because now he’s probably awake! It was the last thing she wanted to do. She had left him sleeping soundly, with nothing more than a note on the pillow. No explanation, no waking him up to say goodbye, just a note. Would he even talk to me? Would he do something with my keys?! She imagined him waking to find she had vanished, replaced by a note on her pillow that read simply, “Sorry! Charlie xo.”