Weekend Writing Warriors #36!

Hello, friends! Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks, and Happy Sunday to the rest of you! As promised, I'm sharing something completely new today. It's a near-future story set in the year 2033. 

Here's the premise: Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc. :D

Here's an excerpt! 

Her heart was pounding again. It always got that way after talking to the man with the deep voice over the phone. He’d said he’d be there in thirty minutes, but she had a feeling he was the type who arrived to appointments at least five minutes early. That gave her approximately twenty-five minutes to learn how to breathe normally again.

Distraction was the key. Tucking her cell into her pocket, she strode toward her bedroom and pushed aside the antique chest at the foot of the bed. There beneath it was a trap door. She took a precautionary glance around her, something she always did before using the trap, even though she lived alone. 

Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors! 

We're celebrating Thanksgiving today at Woodbine race track in Toronto, stuffing our faces at the buffet, betting on horses, and spending time together with family. Is there anything better? Hope you all have a wonderful day! See you next weekend! :)