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Step out of reality and into Tamara’s world. At 30 something, Tamara is a bright business woman and God fearing Christian. She is a natural born leader in her professional life, but when it comes to matters of the heart, her morals and Christian values take a vacation.
Below is an excerpt from my work of fiction. All characters are made up and in no way resemble people I know.
Some Kinda Sin
Tamara sipped from a steaming cup of coffee as she watched the door of Café Latte open and close too many times to count. Sitting and waiting wasn’t her cup of tea or coffee.
“Can I get you another chocolate mocha?” the waitress in black nylon pants asked.
“No, I’m waiting on him now,” Tamara replied.
“Oh, you meant the coffee. No thanks, I’m waiting for someone.”
Tamera looked at the young woman’s plastic name tag just before she turned to walk away.
“Oh Mandy, I will have a glass of water.”
“Coming right up.”
As Tamara was talking to the waitress, she didn’t notice Carlton Braxton approaching the table.
“Oh I didn’t see you walk up.” If that man knew what I was thinking.
Carlton was simply dressed in a pair of designer jeans and a button up collared shirt, but he still looked like he had just stepped out of GQ magazine.
“Maybe I didn’t want you to see me coming up.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
“So what’s our plan for today?” She asked gazing into his eyes.
“Whatever your heart desires.” He leaned across the table and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
Tamara was wrapped up in her thoughts. This man is too good to be true. This has got to be some kinda sin.
Tamara pushed her chair back and walked around to Carlton’s side of the table. Leaning over his shoulder.
“You know what would be even better?”
Carlton stood up and gave her a deep kiss that made her whole body warm.
As Tamara and Carlton embraced, a loud explosion threw Carlton on top of Tamara. She hit her head on the wooden floor as Carlton passed out. The glass storefront window exploded sending sharp slivers all over the café. Some of the glass spiked all over the back of Carlton’s head, sending a stream of blood down the nape of his neck.
“Aaaarg” The waitress screamed when she realized what just happened. The few customers who were sitting at tables in the café were now on the floor, some covered in blood.
Tamara moans and slowly sits up. Carlton lay lifeless as she began to rock back and forth as his head lay on her lap.
Mandy rushed around the cafe’ to assess the damage of the explosion. A couple of people had scrapes, but nothing critical. Then she saw Tamara and Carlton and ran over to them.
“Is he breathing?” she asked.
“I don’t know?” Tamara’s entire body trembled as she spoke between sobs.
Mandy checked for a pulse as she assured Tamara that she knew what she was doing.
“It’s ok, I know CPR.” Placing two fingers on Carlton’s neck, she found a light pulse. “Call 9-1-1 while I look at his wound.”
Mandy grabbed a cloth napkin that was dangling from an overturned table nearby and applied it to Carlton’s forehead.
It wasn’t long before the paramedics arrived, but to Tamara it seemed a lifetime.
“How many people are hurt? Are there people in any other areas? One of the paramedics rattled off.
“There’s a man in the corner with his wife, bleeding from the forehead area. And there’s a cook in the kitchen, pinned under a shelf,” Mandy explained.
Sirens blared as ambulance after ambulance pulled into Blissfield General Hospital. There was one paramedic in the back of the ambulance keeping Carlton as comfortable as possible. Tamara wanted to ride in the ambulance, but she knew she shouldn’t be seen with Carlton. It would be too difficult to explain, to his wife and her husband.
Being the other woman to a married man was not her dream life, but it was just the way things happened.
Would you like to learn more about what happens in the lives of Tamara and Carlton?