Good morning, everyone!
Are we all ready for the season premiere of The Big Bang Theory tonight? I know I am! I want to know all about Howard’s adventures in space, how Raj and Bernadette are coping in Howard’s absence, the further quasi-romantic misadventures of Shamy, and how my favorite couple, Leonard and Penny, are doing.
I’m a romantic at heart. I love happily-ever-afters, and every now and then I write about them. Since I’m in a romantic frame of mind thanks to how the last season of The Big Bang Theory ended, I hope you’re in the mood for a little romance, too, with this week’s free story, “Love Among the Llamas.”
Love Among the Llamas
Published by Thunder Valley Press
Copyright 2011 by Annie Reed
Cover illustration Copyright Sly5800|Dreamstime.com
Yesterday morning, I got in my car at seven twenty-five, same as always. I popped in a CD — The Best of the Doobie Brothers this time — and cranked up the volume to keep me awake, same as always. I stopped by Starbucks for a grande decaf latte, same as always. Took the freeway to where I-80 merges with Interstate 395, that grand old mess of looped interchanges and exits Reno locals call the Spaghetti Bowl. Same as always.
Only not quite.
Instead of veering right and taking the next off ramp, a left at the light three blocks down, and a right two blocks over into the parking garage, I stayed in the left lane and kept on driving east on the interstate.
And just like that, I quit my job.
Crazy, huh? Maybe I always was crazy and nobody ever noticed.
I had plenty of time after that to think about what I was doing. Once you get past Sparks going east on I-80, there’s a whole lot of nothing but empty road since all the early morning traffic’s going the other way. All those cars carrying commuters to their jobs, and none of them was me.
My heart hammered in my chest there for a while, let me tell you. I almost turned around at the next two off ramps I passed. But what was I leaving behind, really? An almost-empty apartment. A barren love life. A dead-end job for someone who’d only notice me by my absence.
I giggled a little about that. I could just imagine my boss’s face when I didn’t show at eight. At five after, he’d be checking his watch. By ten after, he’d be growing frantic.
At eight-fifteen, my cell phone rang.
I threw the phone out my car window — I didn’t have an iPhone, just some cheap thing I got at Walmart — which only made me giggle harder. Bye-bye old life, hello you wide new wonderful world full of possibilities, you.
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