Lindsay is not at all like her mom – Friday Fiction

Lindsay is not at all like her mom – Friday Fiction

Lindsay is not at all like her mom. Bethany was a practical woman
who looked at life and saw it for exactly what it was. At the end of each
day Bethany packed her troubles into a closet of forgetfulness, and the
next morning she awoke to a new day and another chance at happiness.
Lindsay, well, she’s another story.

After her breakup with Phillip, she moved through the days like a
person without reason to live. Tuesday through Saturday she left her
apartment at the same time, stopped at the same Starbucks and worked at
the bookstore from nine until six-thirty. Day after day she returned home
carrying an armload of books. In the evening she read until her eyes were
weary; then, when the words grew fuzzy and sentences ran together,
she’d close the book and go to bed. On Mondays when she didn’t go to
work, she cleaned the apartment then went right back to reading.

You might think that after centuries of dealing with humans I would
be accustomed to their peculiarities, but certain ones, like Lindsay, still
boggle my mind. The end of a love affair is always cause for a certain
amount of despondency, but this girl carried it to the extreme.

While she was at the bookstore Lindsay spent most of her time
meandering from aisle to aisle, looking for books that had nothing to do
with love. She avoided the romance section and took to browsing the
exotic cuisine and travel shelves, even though she had little appetite and
nowhere to go. One evening as she staggered in with an unusually large
armload of books, Walker, the building doorman, lifted several from the
top of the pile and followed her to the elevator.

“Thanks, Walker,” she said. “I think they were about to fall.”

He nodded. “Seems you’re doing a lot of reading these days.”

“I am,” she replied. “It helps to pass the time.”

“Pass the time?” He set his pile of books down on the foyer bench,
then took the remaining books from her arms and placed them beside the
first pile. “Why would a girl pretty as you need books to pass the time?”
[mybooktable book=”wishing-wonderful”]

About the author

Bette Lee Crosby

USA Today Bestselling and Award-winning novelist Bette Lee Crosby's books are "Well-crafted storytelling populated by memorable characters caught up in equally memorable circumstances." - Midwest Book Review The Seattle Post Intelligencer says Crosby's writing is, "A quirky mix of Southern flair, serious thoughts about important things in life and madcap adventures." Samantha from Reader's Favorite raves, "Crosby writes the type of book you can't stop thinking about long after you put it down." "Storytelling is in my blood," Crosby laughingly admits, "My mom was not a writer, but she was a captivating storyteller, so I find myself using bits and pieces of her voice in most everything I write." It is the wit and wisdom of that Southern Mama Crosby brings to her works of fiction; the result is a delightful blend of humor, mystery and romance along with a cast of quirky charters who will steal your heart away. Her work was first recognized in 2006 when she received The National League of American Pen Women Award for a then unpublished manuscript. She has since gone on to win nineteen awards for her work; these include: TheRoyal Palm Literary Award, the FPA President's Book Award Gold Medal, Reader's Favorite Award Gold Medal, and the Reviewer's Choice Award.

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