One of the hallmarks of my writing is that I always center my stories in my home state of North Carolina. I selected settings of metropolitans, college campuses, and small towns to celebrate my idea about Southern Sisterhood since publishing my first novel in 2012. I invite readers to tour The Old North State through my work. I choose the opening lines of one of my short stories celebrating love across cultures for today’s First Five Fridays. Subscribe to my newsletter and provide the name of this short story for a chance at some NC goodies.
“You know I’m an ordained minister, right? We can get
two of your friends over tomorrow, set up in your living room, and
get this whole wedding situation nipped in the bud,” Leah
Tubman’s office manager said while the two stood waiting for the
office coffee maker to finish brewing their morning salvation.
The mechanic purring of the twelve-cup appliance punctured her
offer. Completing its task, the deliverer of all good things hot and
black sat waiting.
“I mean, I’m not trying to be all up in your business, but I
hear you on the phone, trying to coordinate everything. Some
days, you make me want to pull my hair out. That is saying a lot,
considering how much I paid for this sew-in last month.”