In a sleepy town during the 1950s, everyone always kept to themselves when ever new renters came to live at 435 Eucalyptus Lane. The arrival of husband-less Daisy Wilson caused some alarm but was no different. Except for the day she decided to dress in men's overalls and mount her ladder to paint her own house, lavender.
Widow Frances Miller enjoyed the view Daisy afforded and sought to make a new friend, despite the stern looks and catty chatter about the new neighbor.
Will Daisy be the enduring light in Frances' otherwise racy existence with other closeted housewives in the 1950s or will she wind up being just another flash in the pan?
This is the first of two parts of Another Man's Treasure and is 5100 words long.
EXCERPT:
"Hey Blondie! Nice to see you again!" The Red Head wore a black Kettle Corn dress, setting off the brassy tones of her red hair, her matching black peep-toe spike heels, crunching the dirt as she made her way.
"Are you gonna come out and greet me or do you plan on staying in the car all night?" Her smile settling Frances' racing pulse as much as the slight scent of her Shalimar perfume.
"Awww - still shy?! Don't worry Doll, you're safe here." The Red Head popped her head into the driver's side window, landing her crushed-rose colored lips on Frances' own finely done lips. The kiss sent shock waves through her numb body, causing her hands to sweat against the steering wheel. She felt like a school girl again. The Red Head pulled back and asked hopefully,
"Ready?!"
"Yes."
