Book Blurb Friday #60

        Yes, it's almost Friday. That means another Book Blurb Friday offering from Lisa Ricard Claro. 

        The idea is write a book blurb--150 words or less--that is enticing enough to prompt hordes of people to engage in a purchasing frenzy.

        The photo was supposedly snapped by Lisa's daughter. But since Lisa is only 31, that's impossible. Actually, Christina is a rent-a-kid, but Lisa keeps dragging her out, desperately trying to keep the ruse alive. That's okay; we'll let her slide this week.

         The photo is gorgeous (unlike that lame one last week). It's so breathtaking, it calls for something ethereal  soaring --well, what it should get is something that's not juvenile. But that's what came to me this evening.

To the Moon, Mom

        by Sioux Roslawski

Tubby Toblerone gazed  at the moon, every night. And every night it was out of his reach.

He dreamed of going there some day, sure. But what were the chances? Tubby spent his time after school eating Vienna sausages, and Taco Bell bean burritos. And reading science books…

Would he ever don an astronaut’s suit and fly to the moon? Would he ever travel in a rocket ship? Would Tubby’s dream ever come true?

Probably not, but what he lacked in persistence, he made up for in gas. Huge clouds of stinky farts. The foggy fume followed him every moment of every day.

One day, he had a flash of brilliance. Or was it just that third can of sausages talking back? Tubby was going to the moon. And setting his farts on fire was going to be just the propulsion he needed…

(147 words)

Book Blurb #59: Forever a Child

      Lisa Ricard Claro, a generous blogger and a talented writer, hosts Book Blurb Friday every week. It has been going strong for over a year now. The photo she posts--along with the 150 word limit--inspires a writer's imagination as well as hones the ability to be simultaneously succinct and enticing. To find out about this week's offering, check out Lisa's meme.

     It's been a long time  since I've made time to write a blurb (even though I thoroughly enjoy it every time I do it) but I got sucked in this week since Lisa was nice enough to use one of my photos. However, when I saw the picture for next week, I got really humbled. (She claims it was shot by her daughter, but since Lisa is not old enough to have college-aged kids, I suspect it was taken by the "hired children" she trots out occasionally. It is gorgeous!)

      The challenge is easy. 150 words or less. Take the blurb in whatever direction you want. Leave a comment on the host's blurb, link yours  to Mr. Linky (it's easy, since even I can do it), which means you get to enjoy other bloggers' blurbs.

     Below is my blurb. It is 130 words.

Forever a Child

“Riley was here…” It was chalked across concrete walls, etched into the muddy banks of rivers, and engraved onto the hearts of all who knew her.

Although her IQ was lacking, her ability to fully embrace life was not; Riley knew exactly what was important and what could be bypassed. Her childlike enthusiasm bubbled over—everyone who knew her was enriched by her effervescence.

Nutella (on a spoon) for breakfast…dancing barefoot in summer puddles…taking a nap with a dog on a Saturday afternoon: these are some of the ways Riley squeezed joy out of every single day.

Travel to the places Riley visited before her life was cut short. Meet her followers whose lives she touched. And be prepared: your life will never be the same…because Riley was once there…

Book Blurb Friday #34

     It's Book Blurb Friday (even though it's Saturday right now; I wrote this post yesterday, but I wanted to get a little bit of mileage out of my post on Linda O'Connell's arrest--since that is really serious business--before it got "lost" in the blog shuffle.)

     Every Thursday (for the early birds) Lisa Ricard Claro provides a photograph for our inspiration. Our mission? To write an enticing book "blurb" in 150 words or less. Writers then comment on Lisa's blurb (and say a big "thank you," please), and link their blurb to everyone else's, via the handsome Mr. Linky.

     Here is my blurb. It's dark, but goes along with the mood I was in this week.

     The Slow Death of Hope
       by Sioux Roslawski

Franklin saw that framed picture when he went to his school library. A peaceful scene. The road curving…to another place. A better place.



Full of anger and hatred, he was finished. Finished with trying to get help. He wrote a letter to his teacher about the unspeakable things he and his brother and sister were being forced to do by Mom’s boyfriend. He told his principal. They had reported it. People in suits came over, but the boyfriend denied it; the case was closed.


Now Franklin and his family were moving. To a school where no one knows what happened last year…what’s still happening.

Will anyone with any power ever help Franklin? Will Mom ever get some sense and start protecting her precious kids? Will Franklin’s former teacher hunt the boyfriend down and slice off his testicles in a fit of rage?

Read to find if Franklin ever finds peace…

(150 words)

(Note: Unfortunately, this story is true. The name is changed, and it involves a friend of mine who works in an out-of-state school district. But sadly, the rest is true...And I'm pissed. And heartbroken.)

Book Blurb Friday # 21...Ooops, It's Sunday!

Every week, Lisa Ricard Claro does it. She gives us a nudge. A prod. A poke.

Write, she urges.

Every week, she provides a photo (this one is brilliant--ha!), she writes a book blurb herself, and invites everyone to link theirs to the group of blurbs, via the handsome Mr. Linky. To see all the book blurbs this week, go to Lisa's blog: Writing in the Buff .

Believe it or not, there have been a couple of blurbs I've written that I'm interested in expanding. Last year I crashed and burned with my first attempt at NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month--in November). Perhaps the second time will be a charm?

Anyway, writing a book cover "blurb" helps us hone our writing abilities. The blurb has to be 150 words or less, and it has to entice the reader enough to buy the book (which sadly, will not be at a Borders bookstore).  Below, you will find the absolutely breath-takingly awesome photo (again, ha!) and my blurb.

photo by moi

A Heart of Stone



The two of them used to walk the grounds of the cemetery. The lovely hills. The quiet. The privacy.

But then he left her for someone else. And somehow, Maggie couldn’t stay away from the rolling green waves of the cemetery.

One day, Maggie became part of it. She stood there, gazing at the tombstones and the towering granite crosses that surrounded her. The autumn leaves had cascaded down, creating a vibrantly-colored carpet for her. Suddenly, she was frozen in place, unable to move, a single tear suspended on her cheek.

And that was how she has been for the last forty-three years…

Many visitors stop and admire the size and the artistry of the “marker,” and yet everyone is clueless.

What will it take to breathe life back into Maggie? What will make her granite heart beat once again?

(145 words)

Book Blurb Friday #20

It's Book Blurb Friday again, hosted by the lovely and talented Lisa Ricard Claro on her blog, Writing in the Buff.  The object is to hone our talents at writing book blurbs. After all, someday, some of us will really have best-selling books that will be begging for a blurb...

Lisa provides a photo. We have only a 150 word limit; the rest is up to us. Fiction or nonfiction? Serious or humorous? We get to decide.

Read Lisa's blurb, leave a comment, link your blog to Lisa's via Mr. Linky, and then read and comment on the other blurbs. Below is the photo for this week along with my blurb. I hope you enjoy...

photo by Christina Claro

The Bridge to Somewhere

Across the bridge…her childhood crush. The boy who wore harness boots and could rebuild an engine like he made love: JW didn’t miss an inch of anything, and both the engine and the girl would end up purring in the end.



If Maggie turned and headed back, on the other end of the bridge was her husband Richard. Dependable. Supportive. A straight arrow. The father of their three grown children.


An unexpected letter from JW sent Maggie reeling and eventually... to this bridge, and the awful decision she had to make.


Standing in the middle of the wooden bridge, looking at the river below, she watched the driftwood flowing with the current. She stared off into the horizon. After a while, she smiled, knowing where she was headed.


Will Maggie choose the past or the present? Will her fantasies become a reality? Or will her past root her in reality?






(150 words)

Book Blurb Friday # 17

         Yes, it's Book Blurb Friday.(Actually, it's still Thursday, but if I take too long writing this, it will indeed be Friday by the time I get through.)

          The reason why we slather and clamor every week is 1) we get a great photo to inspire us (Sandra, what did you do to the spider web to make it appear so white?) 2) We get to hone our blurb-writing skills (150 words or less) and 3) we get to read everyone else's blurb.

            Go to Lisa Ricard Claro's blog, link your blurb to the efficient Mister Linky, and enjoy the other BBFs that are posted.

Granny, I Got the Clicker Now!

Cecil was smitten and nothing—not even that old bat!—could keep him from his one true love.

That blue-haired biddy insisted on watching her shows, as if no one else mattered on the face of this pitiful planet. Lounging in her Lazy-Boy, Granny refused to loosen her gnarly grip on the clicker.


He longed to gaze at his love’s orange, fake-baked flesh as she scampered across the screen…But no! Granny would not give it up!


Finally, Cecil exploded. A new Jersey Shore was coming on; still, she wouldn’t surrender the remote. In a fury, he grabbed Granny’s tiny frame, carried her out into the front yard, and opening the driver’s side door, placed her in the front seat of the ’64 Falcon that sat up on blocks.


That had been seven months ago. “Aaah, Snooki,” he sighed, as he gazed out the window. Had Granny learned her lesson yet? (150 words--whew!) 

And if you are so inclined as you chatter on twitter or "like" things via facebook, please check out my newest blogging adventure here. Be gentle. I've just begun.

It's Book Blurb Friday Again! (And It's Still Thursday)

     Write a book jacket blurb, in 150 words or less, that is so irresistable, the reader will be compelled to read the book.  
    This is the invitation that Lisa Ricard Claro extends to us every week. She gives us a photo to use for inspiration. We have to squeeze out the imagination.
     Go to Lisa's blog to participate in this meme. After you write your blurb, link it to the rest of the blurbs, read the other ones, and comment on them.

Here is the photo and my take on the picture:

Chocolat Redux

It was not just chocolate. This was magical chocolate. She knew that if the spell’s words were correctly recited while tapping on the French chocolate bar three times, she’d be spirited back to Pau, a lovely city nestled at the foot of the Pyrenees. And, a delectable companion would simultaneously materialize…



“You’re banished, Binoche! You’re banished, Binoche! You’re banished, Binoche!” while she drummed three taps on the bar.


Suddenly, Johnny Depp appeared. He had his guitar, his hair was long but—thankfully—he’d lost the eyeliner of his pirate days, and he was beckoning her to the river…so they could take a trip together on his houseboat.


Will this cougar be able to keep Depp entranced? Will they have enough chocolate to sustain them during their voyage? And will Juliette Binoche chew through her restraints, spoiling the romantic romp these two have conjured up?


Immerse yourself in this delicious tale… (exactly 150 words)



(This movie, if you have not ever seen it, is charming. The scenery is breath-taking. And the countryside is not bad to look at, either!)


And welcome to my newest followers. I did not think I could break the "60" mark, but unbelievably, a few more pitying people fell into my web and are now trapped!

Thanks for joining, Matthewskl.  I am not sure if I welcomed you earlier--I apologize--and if you have a blog, please let me know and I will provide a link.

Heaven and Marinela Reka---thanks for checking out my blog. The same...if you have a blog, send the address my way, and I'll try to send new readers your way. 

Dorothy Evans is also a new follower. She lives in England (I already dislike her intensely) and has a wonderful blog (Dorothy's blog). If you'd like to read a clever post on whether writing is an "art" or a "craft," go here. Dorothy--thanks for becoming a follower.

Book Blurb Friday #14

It's Book Blurb Friday. Every week there is a great photo to get your imaginative juices flowing. Your challenge: write a blurb for a book to match the picture on the front cover, and keep it at 150 words or less...Go to Lisa Ricard Claro's blog to get a much better explanation than I have here...

Virginie was dying. Having given up on life, not even Nutella slathered on a croissant could tempt her. All she did was lie in bed all day and look out the window.



With her friends and family huddled around her, she pointed her finger towards the window and proclaimed, “I will only last as long as the geranium. When the last petal is gone, I will be gone as well.”


But the last few petals clung on all summer, into the fall and winter, and were still there the next spring. By that time, Virginie had regained the will to live, and no longer even gave the red flower a second thought.


Was the geranium magical? Or was some prank responsible for the ever-lasting petals refusing to budge? (The answer will surprise and move you.)

"I'm going to sue you!  This sounds suspiciously like a story I wrote."  --O Henry

"Did you know you can make a papier mache humidor out of those fallen geranium petals? Watch my show on Thursday to find out how..."  --Martha Stewart


135 words not including the "reviews"

Book Blurb Friday #11

      Are you chomping at the bit to write the next great American novel?  You have oodles of talent but not much marketing ability?  Lisa'll take good care of you...

      Go to Lisa Ricard Claro's blog. There's a photo, provided by Lynn Obermoeller (this week), and if you get sucked in, you'll end up writing a book "blurb" in 150 words or less.

      Then, add your link to Mr. Linky (he's one cool cat!), read the other blurbs, stir, and enjoy!

photo by Lynn Obermoeller

      Here's my blurb:

A Mother’s Tale


Everyone knows Stephen King’s “Christine,” the car that came to life. But where was Christine born? What vehicle turned her into the automotive monstrosity she became?


A Mother’s Tale chronicles the life of Christine’s mother. Every pot-hole. Every ditch she veered off into. Every time she had some dolt fumble with her dipstick. It’s all here…


Although she’s now a bit rusty, when this mama was all gleaming chrome and lacquered-up, she was known as a witch on wheels.


Curious minds will find out what her factory-given name was, how her accidents changed her forever, and who abandoned her in the middle of a desert, with no water or oil.


This book will not run out of gas. It runs—full speed ahead—until the end and then it comes to a screeching stop. (137 words)

Book Blurb Friday #10---Yahoo!

         Go to Lisa Ricard Claro's blog.  Drink in the photo. Write a book "blurb" that is 150 words long, or less if you can, post it on your blog, and connect yor blurb to everyone else's via Lisa's friend, Mr. Linky.

       Oh, and don't forget to comment on the other blurbs. That's what makes BBF such fun--reading the path others took after they became inspired by the picture.

       Here is my blurb and the photo, provided by Becky Povich:

The Final Word


Bernice was a talker, hardly pausing to take a breath when she talked; she never shut up, she had a horrible case of diarrhea of the mouth---her talking just never stopped running.

Surrounded by constant noise, her husband was losing his mind. He pleaded, he prayed…but nothing would stop the juggernaut that was Bernice’s mouth.

“Let’s go to Babbler Park on Saturday,” he suggested. It was fitting, since Bernice babbled like a brook, that the end of her talking would happen there, surrounded by the noisy water flowing over the rocks…

Harold shivered, delighted with the idea of finally being cocooned in silence…Read this gripping novel to find out how their day at the park played out.

“A great addition to your DIY shelf!” Prisoner #517983, Folsom State Prison


“What Harold did worked better than duct tape!” Tim “The Tool Man” Taylor

(146 words)

Book Blurb Friday...Another Helping

        
           Well, it's time for another dollop of Book Blurb Friday. For those who are new to this weekly writing exercise, go to Lisa Ricard Claro's blog. On Thursday evening, the new photo is "officially" displayed; however, you get to look at the next week's photo all week--it's at the end of the Book Blurb Friday post, so you can work ahead if you want.

        The photo is the book cover. You come up with a title, and a blurb of 150 words or less. (The cutting and slashing you have to do is great practice.)

         Now usually, the photo used is wonderful. This week, the picture is crappy.  But don't drop out!  Next week's photo is out-of-this-world incredible!

         (Sometimes you have to work with manure. It makes you stronger.)

          After you write your blurb, link your blurb to the others via Mr. Linky (on Lisa's site). And don't forget to read the other blurbs and comment on them.

         It's a very worthwhile writing activity. I swear. 

         Here's my blurb this week:

    His Alabaster Beauty

         Every day between 10-3, Roger shuffled through the museum, keeping an eye on the snot-nosed kids, shushing the folks who got loud, making sure nobody touched the statues…that’s what filled up the unexciting string of his days.

        Then one day he felt something stir deep inside. He stopped in his tracks, turned, and stared. Stared with new eyes…

        It was apparent this mam’selle was modest. One hand was ever-vigilant in the attempt to keep her bosom covered up. He’d never thought of it before, but it was sad that a lady would have to do something like that for the rest of her life.

         He stared into her unblinking eyes. He reached out and caressed the outstretched arm. Roger was in love…

         Follow Roger and his marble maiden as he schemes to free her from her pedestal prison and create a life the two of them can share… (148 words)

It's Time for BBF! Yah!

           
           Every Friday Lisa posts a photo to inspire us. Our job is to write a "blurb" about our as-yet-unwritten book, in 150 words or less. Then, link it to the other stories using Lisa's friend Mr. Linky, and read and comment on the other blurbs.

           It's amazing how much this hones the revising skills.  I know there are some who can regularly write under the word limit without much effort, but I usually have to do some major slashing and then tightening up to get it at or under 150 words.

photo by Lynn Obermoeller, a writer as well as a gifted photographer

The Mystery of Flatt Creek

           People still talked about that day at Flatt Creek.  Pauline's death was murky like the creek after a terrible storm, and the emotions were as cold as the water's flow in the early spring. 

           Pauline. Pregnant. Emotionally unstable.  Rumors  spread that the baby wasn't Virgil's...

            Virgil.  Short, stout, but formidable nonetheless. Folks avoided him when they could.  He'd already committed Pauline to the sanitarium four times...

           When Pauline was found in Flatt Creek, face down, two lives were lost. When the neighbors heard a scream that day, after the body was discovered, they wondered if there was a connection. And at the funeral, when someone commented on the long, raking scratch marks on Virgil's arm, he rolled down his shirt sleeves.

             Did Virgil kill Pauline in a fit of jealousy?  Or did Pauline finally succeed in ending her sad life? And will the truth ever come to the surface? (149 words)

And welcome to my newest follower, Tiger 75.  Are you going to join us for Book Blurb Friday?  It's fun. (I promise!)

Book Blurb Friday # 5

photo by Joey Claro

           Thanks to Lisa Ricard Claro, with her blog meme "Book Blurb Friday."

           Every Friday (actually, the early birds can get the photo the week before, and let their ideas gel) a picture is posted. Sometimes it's a photo snapped by one of her "children."  (Lisa has not ever given birth, and is really in her 30's, but she likes to portray an older, more experienced writer, so she rents children and passes them off as her own.  A "daughter" has posted a couple of these photos. Maybe the warranty on that one ran out, so now she's utilizing a different rental unit?)

          Go to her BBF button to get all the details---a blurb of 150 words or less, and then link it to Lisa's blog, along with commenting on everyone's burb. 

         Here is my offering (a bit lame):

Unrequited Forever

         They knew they did not belong together, that in the end, their hearts would be broken. Yet, they could not resist the almost-magnetic pull towards each other.

          In this earth-shattering true ground-breaking story, biologist I.M. Compost has uncovered the filthy details in his true grime story; he leafs nothing out!

        Once the seed of love Crimson felt for Pin Oak was planted, they clung to each other and were inseparable.  Pin Oak's handsome, sturdy trunk as well as his willingness to branch out was appealing... Crimson stayed unwaveringly true to her roots.

         "Her bloom never faded," said Pin Oak almost woodenly, attempting to hide his anguish... 

         Experience the same raking pain as Crimson, the pain Pin must endure as he remains rooted in place and unable to reach out.

(Note:  Some parts of this story are quite dirty.)  141 words 

It's Book Blurb Friday #4!

         Yes, it's just hours away from Friday.  That means it's time to write the blurb for our soon-to-be-written novel, so the publishers can get into a bidding war because the blurb is so darned intriguing.

         How does it work? Lisa Ricard Claro gives us a photo every week.  (But don't think she is a marvelous person for doing this. She rents her kids--and passes them off as her own--so it's the "rentals" who are doing the real grunt work on this meme...) We write a blurb (a hook that is 150 words or less in length) and post it on our own blog along with linking it on Lisa's blog. (And then you can read other blurbs and see what they did with the photo.)

         Here is the photo, and my blurb follows:

The Babcock's B & B and the Case of the Calloway Cougar

         Yes, the carpeting's worn. And yes, sometimes the beloved Mr. Puss can be found on the diningroom table, licking from the butter tray. But the Babcocks are lovely people, living out their twilight years in quaint Calloway as they eek out a living with their bed and breakfast business.

        And business is good. Until Mrs. Babcock is accused of making improper advances. Reportedly, Mrs. Babcock offered a bran muffin to a male guest as she unbuttoned her duster, rubbed Vick's on herself as she simultaneously licked her lips, and dislodged her dentures in a "lacivious" manner. 

        Will the Babcocks be able to weather the trial?  Will their business go under?  Or will Mrs. Babcock have to take pole-dancing lessons so she can put her libido to work in a lucrative way?

        (Proceeds from book sales goes to "Support Hose," the fund set up for Mrs. Babcock's legal fees.)

(149 words--whew!)    

Book Blurb Friday #3

          Haven't you ever wanted to be able to amass a collection of ideas for possible novels?  Don't you have the need to hone your "pitching" skills? Wouldn't it be nice to practice your writing abilities in short bursts---and the inspiration is even provided for you?  If you answered yes to any of the above questions, you should check out Lisa Ricard Claro's new meme.  You can do some pre-thinking, 'cause the photo is posted a week early so you can take a pondering gander.

        You only have 150 words (or less) which does not include the title.  After you post it on your blog, go to Lisa's friend, Mr. Linky, and add your blurb, along with reading everyone else's.

      Here's my Book Blurb this Friday:

Ladling Up Your Life's Desires:  The Parkview Grill

        Sink into the leathery booth. Get comfortable. Kick your shoes off if you'd like. Check out the menu...And my recommendation? The meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

        Something strange is being brewed in the stews and soups at this local eatery. Something strange overcomes the diners at the Parkview. Depending on what they order, their lives change. Forever.

        Ask for the Chicken Caccitore?  A long-lost love reappears.  Fried fish and chips? An opportunity for an adventure arises. And order the daily special---which is always meatloaf? Your biggest worry is lifted from your shoulders.

      Everyone is happy after a meal at the Parkview Grill. Their step is a little lighter when they leave. Their laughter...a bit more free.

     That is, until a new cook is hired. Herman doesn't fit in with the rest of the cooks and waitresses. He's quiet. Aloof. And there's an unsettling glint in his eyes...(150 words)

      

It's Book Blurb Friday! Yahoo!

        A blogging friend of mine---Lisa Ricard Claro---has launched a new meme.  (I have no idea how to pronounce that, or what it means. Hopefully no one will ask me...) 

         Every Friday (actually, late on Thursday) she will post a photo. It is your mission---if you choose to accept it---to write a blurb that would appear on the book cover, so that readers are enticed enough to purchase the book.

       Unfortunately, when I tried to (repeatedly) save the photo (it's an interesting shot of some trees, shot by Christina Claro), I got some weird message: "server rejected," if I remember correctly.

        Check out Lisa's blog.  Come up with a blurb of your own.  Don't be afraid. Stick your toes in. The water's warm and just right...

       And without further fanfare (because the story is not trumpet-worthy), here is my blurb:


The Whisper in the Trees

         When Annie returned with rusty-red stains on her shirt, no one was suspicious. After all, it was raspberry season...

        But when her grandson Manuel was still missing four days later, suspicions swirled.  Annie was the last one to see the toddler alive.  Could she have done something to him? Impossible!

         Or was it... 

          At the end of the fourth day of searches, Annie confessed. She would take the authorities to where Manuel lay, his head crushed...on the condition that her estranged husband came along. He needed to see the horror that was on his shoulders.

          Because, according to Annie, every time she hit Manuel with the rock, it was a blow meant for Duffy. It was a pay-back for his abandonment. For his cheating. For all the lies he told.

           Unfortunately, the trees had not become silenced.  They were still whispering...still clamoring.

          But for what? (149 words)

               

Book Blurb Friday

         Lisa Ricard Claro has launched a new meme. She posts a photo, you write a blurb about the book, along with the title.  The luring blurb must be 150 words or less...

         If you want to check it out, go to Lisa's blog.  Perhaps the photo will entice you to write a short, engaging description of a book that has not yet been written. And then perhaps you will love your blurb so much, you will be driven to write a novel to match the blurb. And eventually, perhaps your novel will be snapped up by a major publisher, and you'll become the author of a best-seller and you'll travel all over the country for book signings and you'll then write the next in the "series."  And then perhaps you will give major credit (and maybe a few bucks) to Lisa for starting the ball rolling...

       (And what's interesting is that the photo was taken by Lisa's daughter. I hope and pray her daughter is no older than a teenager---given the way Lisa looks on her blog's photo--otherwise I will have to reach through the blogosphere and scratch Lisa up, out of jealousy.)

        While you're wallowing in that fantasy, read my Book Blurb below:



self portrait by Christina Claro

The Greenest Eye

        Annie stared at her face in the mirror several times a day. And it was only her eyes she focused on.

       The eyes: the window to a person's soul. In Annie's case, her eyes were a tunnel to despair.

       How could she have the greenest eyes--like pure emeralds--and both her parents had brown eyes?  Annie just knew her father was an imposter. This teen angst was tearing her apart. So as her parents lived out their lie, acting as if nothing had ever been wrong, Annie searched for who might be her true father.

        Was it the 93-year old greeter at Walmart? He had sparkling green eyes...

        Was it the guy who cleaned the hippo tanks at the zoo? His eyes were as green as spring grass... 

        Every prospective father she saw, when their green eyes locked, made Annie wonder.  Who's her daddy?