Getting tackled at an Indiana drive-in movie theater is just the day's
latest indignity for Maddie McKinley … but it's certainly the low point.
When she gets into the wrong van it brings a knee-jerk reaction from
Logan Chandler, the father of the kids inside. Logan's embarrassed about
roughing her up, but intrigued by the beautiful young woman from
Boston, who arrived alone at the movies wearing an expensive dress.
Unfortunately, he's the local businessman leading a battle to save the
drive-in from developers—and she's the disgraced attorney sent to make
sure it's torn down.
The legal battle sets them both on a path to
redemption and each other, with the help of quirky friends and family
who have them figured out long before they do. Also, with the help of
coffee. Lots of coffee.
Mark R Hunter is the author of four romantic comedies: Coming Attractions, Radio Red, Storm Chaser, and its sequel, The Notorious Ian Grant, as well as a related story collection, Storm Chaser Shorts. In addition, he collaborated with his wife, Emily, on the history book Images of America: Albion and Noble County. His short works appeared in the anthologies My Funny Valentine, Strange Portals: Ink Slingers' Fantasy/Horror Anthology, and The Legend of Ol' Man Wickleberry (and His Demise). Mark is a 911 dispatcher and volunteer firefighter in rural Indiana, where he lives with his wife Emily and their dog, Beowulf, and a cowardly ball python named Lucius. He's online at www.markrhunter.com, blogs at https://markrhunter.blogspot.com/, and can be found hanging out on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/MarkRHunter/ and Twitter at https://twitter.com/MarkRHunter.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone