Tuesday, August 8, 2017

New Release: The Road Less Travelled

     Mia had dreams of being successful and becoming a Best-Selling author but she wouldn’t take shortcuts to get there. She worked hard in every aspect of her life.
     She didn’t have much family to speak of but Nate and Mary were more family to her than her real family. She would do anything for them and they for her. They owned the diner that Mia worked at. 
Everything changed for Mia when Nate had to have a back surgery and be out of work for weeks. They called in their nephew, Mason, to help them during their time of need. Mia knew Mason when she was a child but hadn’t seen him in years. She didn’t know what to expect since the only thing she could remember was a boy that used to pick on her and pull her ponytail when they were young.
Mia and Mason spent a lot of time together as the weeks passed. They grew closer and both gave everything they had to help Nate and Mary. 
     Mia got a call from a film producer interested in one of her books but she needed to fly to L.A. to have a meeting with him. She didn’t want to go alone because it would be nice to have a friend along for the trip. However, there was no way that Mary or Nate could come with her because of Nate’s surgery. Mia was surprised when Mason offered to go along with her. 
     Was Mason only spending time with Mia because he felt like he should? Or Were they beginning to become more than friends? 


Chapter One
            Mia Hobbs was like every other starving author in the world. She went to work every day to her normal non-exciting waitressing job. She would get the occasional coffee spilled on her and the customer that you could never please. Still this boring life paid the bills and gave her a roof over her head. It wasn’t a roof to brag about mind you, but it was where she called home. Her one-bedroom apartment in the small town of Nowhere Ville wouldn’t impress anyone, but it was all she could afford. She was proud of it and maybe a little sad to say that she had got it all on her own. 
            When her work day was over she would run in the door as fast as she could and go right to the computer to start working on her next story. She had been writing for years and never gave up on the dream that one of them would be a Best Seller. One day her dream was going to come true. She knew it. It had to happen. She would never give.
            Mia got up at six thirty like she did every other morning so she could get in the shower and get ready for work.  She never took super long showers because she had to be at work by eight and still needed to get dressed and comb her hair.  Although her short dark brown hair didn’t take too long to fix. She put some hair gel in it to keep it from getting frizzy, threw a head band in it and that was pretty much all she had to do. She was blessed with good hair. She grabbed her jeans and t-shirt that had the diner logo on the front, got dressed and headed out the door.
            The diner being only a couple of block from her house made it easy to walk to and from there each day. That saved her all that gas money. Mia walked in, went straight to the back to locked her purse up in her locker. She took her apron, got her order pad and pen, then turned to clock in.
            Mia walked into the kitchen where she saw Nate and Mary. They were not only the owners of the diner, the cook and other waitress, but they were also like family to her. She walked up to them. “Hi guys. How are you today?” She smiled at them both. She had known them for years. She grew up in this town and they practically helped raise her. It might not have been in their plans to do so but she was always left home alone and living close to them Mary felt as if she needed to take care of her.
            A woman with greying hair looked up at her with a smile. “Hi Honey. We are good. How’s your new book coming? I can’t wait to read it!”
            Mia’s eyes lit up at the thought of Mary being her biggest fan. She had been more supportive for her than her alcoholic mother even though she knows deep down that it wasn’t her mom’s fault. It was the disease.   Mia smiled at her. “Oh. It’s coming along. Slowly, but it’s coming.  Okay. I guess it’s time to turn the closed sign to open.” She said as she turned and gave them both a smile as she gave them a wave over her head on her way towards the dining room.
            The minute the open sign came up the regulars came pouring in for their morning breakfast. That was the way small towns worked. Mia pretty much knew what they wanted before they ordered but she would ask anyway.
            “Morning, Ralph. What’ll be this morning?”
            An older man sitting in the corner booth who always ordered the same thing every day didn’t change that day either. However, he did take a minute to look over the menu just to mess with Mia to make her think he was going to ask for something different. Then he said. “You know what I’ll take eggs over easy, bacon, dry toast and orange juice. That’s it.”
            Mia gave him one of those looks that would ask the question seriously. Then she smiled and said, “Really? You are too much. “
            The old man laughed. “You know I couldn’t let you get through your day without me giving you a hard time.”
Mia smiled at him. “Oh. I know.”
            Her day went smooth as butter the entire day. Not much went on in the diner. She took care of the town’s people on a daily basis. They were all like family to her. She would do anything for them.  When her shift was over she went home and got out her computer to see what was going on in the book world. That’s what she liked to call it.
            She logged onto her social media pages and did all her routines. She did her blogging, and her Facebook, Twitter, checked and answered her emails. There were a lot of spam emails about several people giving her millions of dollars if only she would give up her bank account information or credit card information or other information. Frustrated at all those she mass deleted all those junk emails.
            “I can’t believe those people try and cheat other people like that. Delete, Delete, Delete, ugh.”
            Another email caught her eye. “What’s this one.” She said allowed. “They want to meet with me. But why? They want to help my career. Ok Again I have to say. Why? They don’t know me.” Mia stared at this for several minutes without moving. Then she googled the name. “Okay it says they are an agent. They are famous for getting you famous fast. That sounds odd. This kind of sounds like more spam mail. Delete. Back to writing.”
            Mia was draw into her story to the point she hadn’t realized that hours had gone by. The phone rang and snapped her back to reality. She glanced at the caller I.D. and saw that Mary was calling her. “Hi Mary. What’s up?”
            “Hi Mia. I hate to bother you. I know you are probably writing.”
            “It’s no bother. You can call me anytime. What do you need?” Mia asked.
            “Well.” Mary started. “Do you remember our nephew, Mason?”
            “Vaguely.” Mia said. “What about him?”
            “Well he is coming to visit and help out at the diner for about a month or more while Nate has his back surgery that’s coming up. He will be here in a couple of hours. He is flying in. I was wondering if you could go to the airport and pick him up for me. I don’t drive that good in the city and Nate isn’t feeling up to it.”
            Mia would never say no to Mary even though she did feel a little weird about picking somebody up that she hadn’t seen in years. “Of course, Mary, but how will he even know who I am? We haven’t seen each other in years.”
            “I’ve thought of everything.” Mary said.
            Mia laughed. “Of course, you have. And what is your plan?”
            “You can drive our truck and I will text Mason to go to the parking lot and go right to the truck and I’ll let him know that it’s you that’s picking him up. And when you get here to get the truck I’ll show you a recent photo of him so you know what he looks like.”
            Mia had to give her credit. She had truly thought of everything. “Okay I’ll be right over.”
            “Thanks Mia. Love you.”
            “I love you too Mary.”

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