SUBLET – Part 3

SUBLET – Part 3

What happens when two exes have to live in an apartment built for one?

Steven and Mariah were once lovers, but working in professional theater doesn’t make a love affair easy, or even possible for many who find themselves all over the world on tours. Working on a stage show in New York City, Steven sublets Mariah’s barely-big-enough-for-one apartment. What are they to do when her world tour shuts down as well as his show?

They can’t go anywhere else, so they’ll just have to stay together.

Published in short story sized sections, “Sublet” will give you a love story in several acts and, hopefully, leave you calling for an encore at the end! ALL three parts of the story are in this file, so if you’ve read Parts 1 & 2, select Part 3 to continue!

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Forced proximity. It’s a dramatic device in improv. You get up close, like really close, and then things happen. You don’t, or rather, you can’t predict what’s going to happen between two scene partners when that happens. Sometimes, you get a fight. Sometimes, a kiss. And once, Mariah remembered with a shudder, she’d broken into tears, and her scene partner had fled the room.

It hadn’t really been his fault. She didn’t pretty cry. Nope, when she was all in, she ugly cried, and that day, he’d lost his cool.

That scenario wasn’t exactly what happened this morning, but it had been close.

They’d been making do with her tiny shoebox apartment for almost three weeks, and somewhere between trying to boil water for tea and Steven casually dropping a couple of eggs in the pot, Mariah had frozen. When Steven had continued his preparations, moving around her without saying a word, she’d tensed up. And finally, when he’d bumped into her and she’d stepped back against the sink, she’d started to cry.

Her reaction had been crazy. She’d known that. And it had made her angry…at herself.

But she hadn’t been able to put anything into words.

Words had been beyond her. All she’d had were tears.

Stepping away, she’d turned to the sink and started the water. As the strong stream of water had splashed down into the basin, she’d gasped in a breath before she’d pushed her hands under the water. Mariah had leaned forward and splashed the water on her face, struggling for calm.

It hadn’t come.

About Reina Torres            

Who would have thought that I’d start off as a painfully shy child writing stories and end up as a painfully shy adult writing books and publishing them for others to read? Crazy? That’s me!!

When I was a little girl, I read every book I could get my hands on and if I didn’t have one available to read, I’d get out my pencils and paper and write down stories and scenes. Waiting for my mom to finish working, I’d duck into the ladies’ breakroom and use the typewriter. I’d feel like Jessica Fletcher, happily tap, tap, tapping away until I got to “The End.” Couldn’t quite get the flourish after that and end up tearing the paper, but it was cool and scary to sit down and read the book or give it to my friends to read.

Now, my “typewriter” doesn’t clack the same way, and I don’t even have paper to pull out of it with a nod of satisfaction, but I have the joy and excitement of sharing my characters and books with people all around the world!

I hope you’ll enjoy reading my books because I’m going to keep writing as long as the characters are feeling chatty!