Running Toward the Sun

part two

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 9.15 – Sunday Morning

Hard Bonus: Incorporate a Grateful Dead song title or lyric (Sugaree)

Easy Bonus: Include a fork

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Photo Taken from Pinterest

It was late into Sunday Morning and Coral was still dead to the world, her blonde tresses strewn across the pink satin pillow case, the creamy tufted headboard her backdrop. Next to her, a young hunk of a bartender, shirtless and dreaming.

“Where is the Fork?” Emmaree was muttering under her breath as she attempted to scrounge some breakfast in the tiny kitchen. “Damnit, we need to buy more forks.” It had been a month now since she and Coral began cohabitating. Emmaree had managed to add a few yard sale items to the living room to make it more her own. An old dresser, two end tables and a victorian floor lamp with a purple and black lace shade. The one thing she had not contributed were any kitchen items, so forks were next on her list. Reaching into the toaster with a chopstick for her burnt toast she was startled by a male voice.

“Hey Sugaree got any coffee up in this joint?” it was Mick the handsome bartender from the cocktail lounge where she and Coral worked part time.

“No coffee, but I can lend you my Starbucks card, it’s only two blocks that way,” she pointed over her shoulder. Mick was not her favorite, besides calling her cute nicknames, he had a slimey way of flirting with every human to cross his path. Apparently he had worn Coral down. This was his first visit to the apartment as far as she was aware.

“Two blocks huh, I guess I can make the journey. Do you know what Coral likes?”

“She’s a pumpkin spice latte fan.” Emmaree lied, she was in no mood to aid Mick in furthering his hold on her roomie.

“Cool, I don’t need your card Hun, I got pull with the Baristas down there,” Mick winked.

“Of course you do,” Emmaree whispered, after he flew out the door slamming it so hard it shook her lampshade.

“And Thanks for asking if I wanted anything,” she shook her head, “What an Asshole.”

“Talkin to yourself again?” Coral was in the doorway in her lace thong and half
t- shirt. “Sorry if we were loud last night.” Coral opened the fridge and eyed it’s nearly empty contents. “We really need to go shopping huh.” she giggled.

“Well Hunky Mick is fetching you some Starbucks.”

“Oh damn, I was hoping he just left and wasn’t coming back.” Coral smiled.

Emmaree laughed, “Well I hope he won’t become a bad habit.”

“Oh hell no, I think I just gave in to see if he was worth the hype, he is definitely not. However he does have a cousin who works with a big producer on the Voice. So I can’t burn that bridge just yet.”

“The Voice huh?”

“Yeah those auditions are hard to come by. Idol is easy, but harder to land, if you get a chance on the voice your odds are better of making the show.”

“So is that a route you wanna take?” Emmaree always saw herself making a record deal out here without the help of something so commercial.

“Look I have been busting my ass out here for four years, so I am ready to get in through any avenue possible.”

Emmaree laughed, “People keep askin me why didn’t I just stay in Nashville to make a career, they have no idea I can’t be around my family anymore. But why exactly did you leave Nashville to come here and sing?”

“Well I like the idea of more than just singing, I think L A has more creative opportunities. Miley made it here. I see myself as a Miley, not a Dolly.”

Emmaree nodded, as Mick made his triumphant return, coffee tray in hand.

“I got you Hollywood Cowgirls some PSL’s and Apple Croissants!!”

“Oh yum.” Coral grimmaced .

“Hmm, Hollywood Cowgirls.” Emmaree liked that nickname, “I think that name’ll stick.”

Song from Youtube

Written By Christine Wichman c. Sept. 1, 2023