Unless J.J Abram's get his hands on my saga, tomorrow will see the sixth and final adventure of your President, Chris Bailey. I won't tell you who he conquers, but I'll give you this clue... there's 50 shades of trouble.
Anyway, enjoy today's short story and have a lovely day, wherever you are.
The Bookmark
Sabrina slowly rubs her fingers down the laminated bookmark, right down to it's crumpled edges. She's had it for years, a prize from entering a indie-author competition. Despite numerous given away, she holds it in high regard as the author from whom Sabrina received it from was one of her favourites.
She would spend hours reading his books, sometimes whole days. Getting lost in the worlds he created, falling in love with the hero's and hating the villains. The author had reached a special place in her heart. What made him more appealing, was his intimate nature with his fans. Ever the social butterfly, Sabrina would comment on everything he posted and in most occasions, he would post back.
Eventually, like all things - her praise of him propelled to such a level that she felt the need to try and contact him directly. She typed her message, smiling constantly in the hopes that he would reply. Two weeks past... nothing. Four weeks... nothing still. 'Why would he ignore me?' She asked herself. 'It takes two minutes to send a message!'
Months past and she felt betrayed, hurt and angry. How could any one treat another human being like this. Then, one day, he post on his website that he would be in her town promoting his latest book.
Well Sabrina was furious, she wanted to tell him how much of an awful human being he was. How much he had pained her. She craved the idea of getting back at him.
Arriving at the event, the sun hit her face and like an oasis, the author appeared in the distance. Sabrina's blood boiled, her hands shaking and her teeth grinding. She grabbed the book mark from her handbag and rubbed it frantically. Sabrina had decided that since it was already signed, she would get him to sign her kitchen knife instead.
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