Monday, August 19, 2013

Das Boot



Not my boot, but similar, for a broken foot! Not on crutches thank goodness.


        Last week I broke my right foot. It's been hard getting around, but since there is nothing I can do about it, I'm not going to complain
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       Actually, there is a humorous side to all this if I look at it the right way.

       Picture me crawling around on my hands and knees like an eighty-five-year old baby because I can't stand up due to the pain. My cat "Blossom" is following me around, purring like she's my soul mate. We seem to be on level ground now. If I suddenly start lapping at her food bowl, I'll be ready for the men in the little white coats.

       I am still concerned walking up and down on the thirteen steps.
Another thing to picture – me going up and down each stair on my backside. One step at a time, pushing myself from stair to stair with my arms. Maybe I'll get some muscles back. My arms will always be flabby, but a little more strength would be nice.

       There was a light in my day when the taxi driver picked me up to go to the clinic. He was friendly and helpful. When we got to the clinic, he hung around until the nurse brought out a wheelchair. By my second trip with him we had become buddies.

       Seems he wants to become a writer, but wasn't sure how to go about getting started. Wow! That was right up my alley. I forgot my pain and started advising him. Told him if he wrote only twenty-five words each and every day, he would soon find his mind thinking up ideas. I gave him a book called "If I Can Write, You Can Write." It's the book I used to get started - best book on the market.

      He left happy and I felt blessed. Everything happens for a reason. Who knows, maybe one day he'll be this generation's Ernest Hemmingway.



Wednesday, July 31, 2013

My New Release on Amazon "Tales of Love & Mystery"


 Available on Amazon
 and Kindle


This collection of eight short stories is a fast paced journey through the hearts and minds of a variety of characters that will draw you in and keep you reading. From an ethereal young boy to a demon child, from a wheel chair ridden young woman to a motorcycle lover, the action and dialog zip along.

My Latest Release on Amazon!

My daughter Pam collected eight of my favorite short stories and designed my new book. From cover to loading the book to Amazon and Kindle, she did it all. If you click on the link under the book photo, you will go to Amazon where you can peek inside. I am thrilled to have a second book completed. Pam is in the process of starting her own business to help authors get their books in print!

Friday, July 12, 2013

First Book Signing At River House on Matanzas Bay

My first book signing!
 

I had my first official book signing at the Christmas in July craft show last Wednesday at the magnificent River House located on Matanzas Bay. As always, the folks there were gracious and wonderful. It was a great morning and I enjoyed meeting all the other vendors. Looking forward to doing this show again in December. Working on my new book. Stay tuned....



 
My table set-up


 

Thursday, June 20, 2013

A Very Special Award

Thanks to my friend Jane for this great honor! After my post about rats the other day, I received this via e-mail!






First place ... in rat killing
 presented to Audrey Frank, St. Augustine's finest in rodent extermination!

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Audrey, The Rat Hunter

 
 
Graphic from Dreamstime. com
 
 
     I became a hero in my friend's eyes today. When I got to her store, she was upset.
     “There's a dead rat in a trap under the desk and I don't know what to do with it.”
     Well, I've had enough pet rats over the years so I certainly wasn't afraid of a dead one.
     Sure enough there was this small dead rat. I pulled out the trap, opened it, and picked the critter up by the tail.
     “Hand me a paper bag,” I said. I plopped the rat into it and tossed the bag into an outside trash can.
     As I was washing my hands, I remembered a similar incident that happened when I was working at The Government House several years ago.
     All of a sudden three women ran downstairs screaming. “There's a rat in the trap, but it's still alive.”
     It was in a trap, not trying to bite them, so what was the problem? I could handle that.
     “Anyone have a hammer?” I asked. My main thought was to put the critter out of its misery. I walked upstairs, smashed the rat's head and that was the end of the story.
     Well, not exactly. The story circled around the other employees for weeks. Audrey the rat killer. Someone even drew a cartoon of me with a hammer leaning over the trapped rat.
     I still don't know why people are afraid of rats. They're not there to harm you, simply to scrounge for food. I guess it's because they're nasty looking. But hey, there are a lot of nasty looking humans out there. Those are the ones I shy away from.
 
Author's Note: I had my share of pet rats. Read about Charlie in an earlier post by clicking here.
 
R.I.P. Charlie
    

Saturday, June 8, 2013

"Under Margret's Wing" By Audrey Frank Now On Amazon and Kindle

Book Alert!

I've just finished my novella "Under Margret's Wing" and it is available on Amazon and Kindle now.

Click HERE to go to Amazon.

You can peek inside the book there!




 
Thanks to my daughter Pam King for designing my wonderful cover!
 
Love Can Guide You From Beyond If You Listen With Your Heart “Under Margret's Wing” is a coming of age novella by St. Augustine, Florida, author Audrey Frank. A perfect read for young adults and adults who are young at heart. It is a story that will stay with you long after you finish it and make you want to tighten the bonds with your loved ones. Margret Helms was an old spinster who liked her privacy and was comfortable with her quiet life. A knock on her door was about to change everything around her, including her crusty attitude. “Aunt Maggie?” A pregnant teenage girl greeted her. No one had called her Maggie except for the sister she lost touch with years ago. “And you are?” “Annie Duggin. I'm your great-niece.” So begins a relationship that will span space and time between the two.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Love Comes To Charlie Wilson

     I'm writing a short story and one of the characters popped out to me - he could stand on his own, so I quickly wrote this quirky little story about what happened to him!

    This story is also published on A Quick Read, a short stories app for the android phone. If you want to view their webpage, click on the link in the sentence above. On their web scroll down to the area that says read on your computer and click. Love Comes To Charlie Wilson is posted under Heart-Warming stories. Or read it below.

Hope you enjoy.
                                                                                           Audrey


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Love Comes To Charlie Wilson

     How had it happened? He was the guy in his fifties who had sworn off romance. After ten years of marriage his wife left him for another man. If that wouldn't turn any faithful husband off he didn't know what would.
    Strange how it came about. He owned Charlie's restaurant and one night his manager, Lance, asked him to sit in on a date he had with this gal and her mother.
     “Why me?” he'd asked. Seems Lance wanted time with this Nancy. He hoped Charlie would keep the mother occupied. Charlie accepted with reservations. What if the mother was old, unattractive? Heck, it was only one night, so why not?
     When Nancy and Ellen Blair walked into the restaurant that night, Charlie's eyes widened. This was the mother? Tall, lean, with brown hair and azure eyes that sparkled. Not bad at all.
     “So, Ellen,” he asked when they were seated in the booth. Tell me something about yourself.”
     Ellen shrugged. “Not much to tell. Married twelve years, went through a nasty divorce, now I'm just content to wing it on my own. One man in my life was enough to turn me off men forever.”
     Charlie's eyes narrowed. A looker like her, didn't want another man in her life? Until now he'd felt the same. This one was different. She had a vulnerability and past sadness he wanted to explore.
     When they left, Charlie got her phone number and address from Lance. Something screamed at him. He had to follow up. The next morning he dialed Ellen's number, then drummed his fingers on the table waiting for someone to answer. Why was it taking so long? His heart beat somewhere in his throat. Suppose she refused?
     “Hello? Ellen here.”
     He almost hung up in panic. A pause, then “Uh, good morning, Ellen, it's Charlie. It's a beautiful day. I wondered if you'd like to take a walk in the park and maybe stop for coffee somewhere?” He felt like a jackass. Why would she want to see him again?
     “That would be nice, Charlie,” she said quietly. The softness of her voice mesmerized him.
     He almost choked at his end. He'd pick her up in an hour. He checked through his closet. Gotta look spiffy for a lady like that. He finally settled on a dark blue suit - sort of emphasized his gray hair - and a pale blue golf shirt. Yeah, that ought to do.
     He rocked back and forth waiting for Ellen to open the door.
     “Hello, Charlie, it's good to see you again.”
     Right then and there he knew he was a goner – this woman just dazzled him.
     Walking side by side with Ellen under the emerald trees in the park, Charlie wanted to take her hand. Nope, don't rush it. Did she realize how beautiful she looked in a lavender outfit and brushed back hair?
They found a small bistro by the side of the park. They sat under an outside umbrella and ordered black coffee. It surprised Charlie that she didn't order one of those fancy drinks. Down to earth woman. He liked that.
     “So, Ellen,” Charlie said, adding three packets of sugar to his coffee, “ I was wondering about what you said last night. What happened to turn you off men?” His heart beat wildly in his throat. He wanted to know, so maybe he could change her mind. He already knew this was the woman he finally wanted to open his heart to. Could he open hers, too?
     “Charlie, It's not a pleasant story,” Ellen said, slowly sipping her coffee. “ Why don't we talk about something else?”
      Charlie took her hand. “Last night you opened my heart to the possibility of finding someone to love again. You need to do that, too.” A flush crept over his cheeks. Would she realize he meant her?
      Her eyes softened as she squeezed his hand. “ It's so ludicrous, I've never wanted to bring it out in the open.”
     “Tell me, Ellen. It can't be that bad.”
     She wiped a tear from her eye. “ I guess it's time to let go of the past.”
     Her lips trembled as she told him about the afternoon she came home early and found her husband in bed with another man. He had tried to explain his new love, she couldn't listen.
     “I was totally disgusted,” she continued. “After so many years, he left me for a man. I'd have known how to fight another woman to win him back. But a man? I felt helpless and ravaged at the same time. I had become the other woman.”
     Stunned, Charlie could only imagine what that had been like. He reached over and kissed her.
     “Ellen, I was hurt, too. Not as bad as you, but we have something in common. I want to build on that. I want to hold you and love you forever.” He kissed her again and felt her respond. There was hope for them. Her kiss, shy as it was, told him they did have a future. He'd never let her hurt again.
      Ellen reached over and cradled his face in her hands. “I guess we could try, Charlie. I guess we could try.”