HAPPY HUMP DAY! I know, it’s been a long time since I participated in Hump Day Hook. It’s been a super busy last couple months. I’ve had 2 book releases, not to mention all that’s going on on the homefront (2 girls prepping for prom). But I’m baaaack!! And today I’m bringing you a hook from my latest release, a short story available on Amazon, called Do Overs (this was previously released as Yesterday’s Tomorrow)
What would you do if life gave you another chance to go back and get it right?
No one needs a mental health day more than forty-four year old Lila Weidner, but when the overworked HR director wakes up in her twenty-three year old body, she’s left wondering what is going on. Where is her life as a successful business woman? Where is her equally successful husband? And how is she going to maneuver through the day in order to stay on the same path she followed over twenty years earlier? Lila soon rediscovers old dreams and old friendships that she left behind and wonders if this is her chance for another shot at a truly fulfilling life. Does she dare to step off her original path and take advantage of the do overs life has given her?
Bob’s white noise machine put me to sleep. The sound of girly laughter and chatter dragged me out.
“Turn the TV down, Bob.” I curled up in a fetal position and pulled my blanket up so just my nose poked out. I refused to open my eyes, not ready to face the day.
“Bob? Bob Weidner?”
That voice didn’t belong in my room.
Why would the television say my husband’s name? I opened one eye just a crack. My heart did a drum roll.
I opened both my eyes a little more.
Very realistic dream. My heart continued a heavy beat. Interesting. From headaches and dizzy spells to hallucinations. I sucked in my breath to steady my unraveling nerves. This, I wasn’t ready for.
Someone shuffled past my bed.
Bob getting ready for work.
Please let it be Bob getting ready for work. I fisted my hands against the blanket, pulling it up to my chin, as if a lifeline to reality.
“Can you start the coffee?” I mumbled against my pillow and bit my bottom lip, waiting for the reply. Waiting for my husband’s voice.
“Start it yourself.” The voice, far too feminine, far too exasperated to be Bob’s continued. “What’s going on with you and Bob? Please tell me you’re not sleeping with him.”