The Love Story of Kimmy & David

I have talked about how my MUSE is napping.

She’s not exactly sleeping, but she’s not in a very talkative mood.

My work life is busy.

Our home life is busy.

(The boys started Kindergarten, John and I will celebrate our 10-year wedding anniversary on August 31st and we’ll be away at the beach for the Labor Day weekend)





My MUSE is taking a break. 

But my friend Tiina had a wonderful idea a few weeks back. She encouraged me (in an effort for me to get excited about self publishing it) to take The STORIES OF KIMMY & DAVID and introduce them here, to those of you who have never read them.

Kimmy and David was written from 2011 into 2012, where I used THE RED DRESS CLUB (Now WRITE ON EDGE)  prompts to spin a tale of love, romance, marriage, friendship and lots of those  delectable twists that make a story readable. Since then I’ve added a lot of words to the original story but it’s been a while since I read the originals. I’ve also wanted to put those first unedited stories in order and this is going to give me a chance to do that.

So this week I’m going to post a chapter a day while I am settling back in after a long weekend and school begins again. After that I’ll be writing for all my favorite places again along with  sharing one chapter of the story on Wednesdays.

I hope you enjoy the story as much as I loved writing it.

I also invite and encourage you to offer your own thoughts and ideas for how it works and how it doesn’t.

( please remember these pieces are VERY ROUGH and I am not changing them here, this is merely an exercise in immersing myself in this story again, the editing is going on behind the scenes) 

And now without further ado, I offer you THE LOVE STORY OF KIMMY & DAVID. 



What the Doughnut Saw

I am perched on a paper pedestal, the delicate blue flowers decorating the edges making up for its lousy impression of china.

A frosted pink coat hugs my sweet rounded body; I am bedazzled with tiny colorful gems giving me the look of a dainty princess and making me resist the urge to hum, “I feel pretty, oh so pretty.”

Sitting across from me with his head bent over a small computer that he taps at incessantly, is the man who chose me last night. His big brown eyes roamed over the lovely ladies of the case, his peepers coming to rest on me; pointing me out, choosing me from the others.


I heard her breathless voice whisper it over and over again last night as he grasped her skirted bottom and lifted her on the island as if she were weightless.

His hands wandered over and then under a silky top that matched my rose flush, lifting it over her head while he trailed kisses along the outline of her black lace bra. Her body arched to meet his, her hands in his brown mop of hair and just as I was sure they would consummate right in front of me, David circled her waist and pulled her down to him.

The delicate shirt hung from his index finger as he led her up the staircase.

When he appeared in the kitchen this morning, bare feet shuffling along the hardwood floor in a tattered T-shirt and jeans, I eagerly awaited his attention, but he reached for a chipped bowl and shook grainy cereal into it instead.

Crunching he noticed me and pulled me from my comfortable sack.

I  am wondering what he has in mind for me when he turns toward the sound of footsteps above us.

I hear her name escape his lips and travel up the staircase.


Messy blonde hair frames her sleepy uncertain face as she tugs at the blue- button- down that hits her mid-thigh.

The shirt David was wearing last night.

Thankful that I am already a dainty shade of crimson I peek at their dance of flirtation as David pulls Kimmy toward him and slides the plate over to her.

She gasps in joy as she lifts me to her lips; her bright blue eyes sparkle with what I can only describe as hope.


Thanks for visiting!!

Hope you are all having a terrific Labor Day Weekend.








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About Kir

Kirsten is a wife after years of dating, a mom after years of infertility & a lover of shoes, words, NYC and TV dramas. A storyteller and daydreamer at heart, this is the place where her stories come to be told. Thanks for visiting.


  1. Yay! I’m looking forward to reading these again!

  2. I remember this piece. Definitely an interesting perspective

    • says:

      it’s a great way to start the story….I always loved that piece best. :)

  3. Have a great weekend girlfriend! Congrats on the ten years. I love the expression on you face in the wedding picture. Pure happiness! Babies off to school…it ges so fast! Can’t wait to sink my teeth into kimmy and David!

  4. This will be my first reading of these stories. If they are all this delicious, I cannot wait.

    • says:

      I truly hope YOU like this story…thanks so much for taking the ride with me. :)


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