Terrie Leigh Relf has apparently discovered my secret. Here is another entry into our contest You Didn’t Write That
Mrs. Malaprop Pays a Visit to a Local Book Reviewer
by Terrie Leigh Relf
“You didn’t write that.”
“What?” Stefan yelled over the espresso machine’s steamer.
“Never mind,” I mumbled, waiting anxiously for my vanilla latte. I was going to need several before this night was over.
“So, what was that you said?” He smiled, set the steaming cup on the coffee table.
“That you didn’t write that. What you said earlier.”
He seemed perplexed. “I didn’t?”
“No, you didn’t. You said you wrote, ‘Thorn Sully is a brilliant novelist,’ but look here—“I tapped the glossy page, slid it across to him, watched his pale face grow paler still.
“This is. . .this is. . .how will I ever. . .this is. . .”
Disastrous, I thought, but didn’t say, trying not to grimace as Stefan collapsed in a heap on the sofa, curled into a fetal position, cradling his groin. I disconnected the landline, removed the batteries from his cell, locked and bolted the doors, the windows, then managed to wrench one of his hands away to hold, knowing that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, that I could do to prevent the inevitable.
After all, everyone knows Thorn’s brilliant because his belly’s full of novelists. (click to view thorn eats authors )
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