Christmas Drabble series
Title: Ghost Writer
Chapter 9: Future’s End (Final)
Author: Aussie
A/U drabble series
The antique desk Laura had purchased was now decorated with stacks of manuscripts. The bookcase behind it displayed some of Presidency Publishing’s best-loved novels.
“It’s almost six. And my first day,” Bill greeted her, grinning. “You think I could call it quits?”
She was too anxious to return his smile.
Of course he immediately noticed her mood. “Laura?” he prompted. “Honey?”
Coming from him, the endearment sounded so natural and heartfelt. Tears threatened as she rose onto her tiptoes and kissed him gently. “I love you,” she murmured against his lips.
He made a noise at the back of his throat before taking control of the kiss, deepening it.
They’d kissed before, sweet pecks of greeting or farewell, the occasional congratulatory ones, all directed to a cheek. But this kiss... This kiss was one she would remember forever. One she would clutch close, and hold in her heart if need be.
When they finally parted, she moved to the bookcase, quickly finding the book she wanted.
He read the title. “Sad, knowing the author passed away before she could finish it like she wanted. I refused to read past where her ghost writer took over,” he admitted.
Laura’s resolve strengthened looking at the photograph adjacent to the book’s blurb. Elosha was wearing the same blue scarf she had at the department store. “I need to go into hospital for some treatment. I thought I might read this again while there.”
Bill searched her expression for the longest time. It obviously revealed more than she was saying. Eventually, he reached for her hand. “It might be better if I come to the hospital and read it to you. I promise I’ll stick it out until the end this time.”
She squeezed his hand gratefully. “Just promise me you’ll read it slowly.”
The End
Chapter 9: Future’s End (Final)
Author: Aussie
A/U drabble series
The antique desk Laura had purchased was now decorated with stacks of manuscripts. The bookcase behind it displayed some of Presidency Publishing’s best-loved novels.
“It’s almost six. And my first day,” Bill greeted her, grinning. “You think I could call it quits?”
She was too anxious to return his smile.
Of course he immediately noticed her mood. “Laura?” he prompted. “Honey?”
Coming from him, the endearment sounded so natural and heartfelt. Tears threatened as she rose onto her tiptoes and kissed him gently. “I love you,” she murmured against his lips.
He made a noise at the back of his throat before taking control of the kiss, deepening it.
They’d kissed before, sweet pecks of greeting or farewell, the occasional congratulatory ones, all directed to a cheek. But this kiss... This kiss was one she would remember forever. One she would clutch close, and hold in her heart if need be.
When they finally parted, she moved to the bookcase, quickly finding the book she wanted.
He read the title. “Sad, knowing the author passed away before she could finish it like she wanted. I refused to read past where her ghost writer took over,” he admitted.
Laura’s resolve strengthened looking at the photograph adjacent to the book’s blurb. Elosha was wearing the same blue scarf she had at the department store. “I need to go into hospital for some treatment. I thought I might read this again while there.”
Bill searched her expression for the longest time. It obviously revealed more than she was saying. Eventually, he reached for her hand. “It might be better if I come to the hospital and read it to you. I promise I’ll stick it out until the end this time.”
She squeezed his hand gratefully. “Just promise me you’ll read it slowly.”
The End