Hello readers! I’m happy to share a snippet from A Reason to Grieve by Mick Williams as part of blog tour, organized by Rachel’s Random Resources. Check out more about this romcom in this post.
A Reason to Grieve by Mick Williams
Publication Date: 2016
Standalone First Book in a series
Genre: romantic comedy
Tom and Emma drift through life, both burdened with a heavy sense of grief. Both have suffered devastating loss and have closed themselves off to the possibility of happiness. Then, at a funeral, their eyes meet and they feel something neither expected.
Supported by their quirky friends and a ‘right to the point’ pensioner, will they overcome their fears and find the solution to the pain within each other, or will they give up and go their separate ways?
In turns funny and sad, A Reason to Grieve is a romantic tale about two people fighting their feelings, about love and loss. And about funerals.
I’ve always had total respect for the generations before mine, something that might be missing these days. Some of these folks fought wars to preserve our freedom and lived tough lives with no internet or mobile phones. Lives that gave them a better perspective of life’s trials. I’ve always listening closely to any advice my elders might give, and that ethic led to one the favourite characters I’ve written, a pensioner named Doris.
Some scenes from A Reason to Grieve take part in a salon owned by Emma, one of the main characters. This scene is a moment where Vicki, Emma’s co-worker, is discussing commitment with Doris – and gets advice she could never have imagined…
“So, we had the big conversation last night. I finally asked him how we were doing.”
Emma listened as Vicki discussed her evening with her client, a seventy-nine year old mild mannered lady named Doris. Doris turned up every four weeks for a blue rinse. She was the salon’s favorite client.
“And how did it go, honey?” drooled Doris through a set of loose-fitting dentures. “What did he say?”
“He said we were fine. Everything was fine.”
Doris let out a deep sigh. “Oh dear, did he actually say the word fine?”
“Why? What’s up with that?”
“Oh Vicki,” said Doris, “I’m so sorry.”
Vicki stepped away from the chair with scissors raised as Doris collapsed into a coughing fit. “Doris, are you okay? And sorry? Sorry for what?”
“I’m okay, dear. Don’t you read Cosmopolitan? You should read Cosmopolitan. All modern women read Cosmopolitan, it’s full of useful stuff. And you’ve seen my gray hair but, trust me, just because there’s snow on the roof doesn’t mean the fire’s gone out down below. Anyway, fine is a word we use when we’re either annoyed or we want to be non-committal.”
“I’m not following,” said Vicki with a shake of the head. “And I really don’t want to picture your fires, Doris.”
Emma stepped closer as Jen, the other stylist, sandwiched the old lady in on the other side.
“Vic, the word fine doesn’t mean anything,” said Emma. “If things are going well, they’d be good. If they were going really well, they’d be great, maybe even amazing. If things were incredible, you’d get what you’re waiting for. But fine? Fine means nothing. Fine has no value or measurement. He’s still not committing.”
“How many years is it now?” asked Jen.
Vicki blinked. “Nine. We’ve been together for nine years. Adam’s my high school sweetheart, the only man I’ve ever loved, and I give him everything. So why won’t he set a date?”
“You kids,” said Doris. “You give those boys everything too soon and they get to a point where it’s all too easy for them. They get it handed to them on a plate. Bill and I had an understanding, and it kept him on his toes.”
When Doris said ‘understanding’, her eyebrows lifted and raised her tight curls an inch.
“He’s long gone now, as you know. Anyway, Bill had chores to do and, until they were done, he’d have to cut his way through armor to get to me. Even after that, I wouldn’t give it up easily. Almost fifty years of marriage, and he still passed away with a smile on his face.”
“So how did that work?” asked Vicki. “If Bill didn’t do his chores, what happened?”
“Well, he went to bed and faced the wall, didn’t he?” said Doris with a smile.
“And if he did everything right?”
“Oh, honey, I rocked his world! That’s why our marriage lasted fifty years.”
Mick Williams moved from Stoke-On-Trent, England to Kentucky, USA. Then, after almost a decade, he moved back.
In between reading, writing and listening to good music he still watches proper football and, for his sins, follows his local team Port Vale. He does also still cheer for the Indianapolis Colts.
He was adopted by two cats, Crash and Thud, and resides with his patient wife in Staffordshire.
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