Okay folks, right right right here’s the second concept we had for the novel.
It’s called, ‘You Have 1 New buddy Request’.
Here’s the basic premise:
Social media marketing romance, or elaborate Facebook phishing scam?
Will Ted along with his child have the ability to conserve Natalie before she vanishes in to the murky French underworld? Or perhaps is she just a ruse to attract in the child?
Therefore, identical to yesterday, actually. When you have the right time and energy to have a browse, I’d appreciate your feedback. And, it has potential whether you think. Additionally, whether you want this concept to the main one we posted yesterday. Don’t ask for much, do we?
Your assistance is significantly valued.
By David Milligan-Croft.
CHAPTER 1. COUCOU!
Ted had been scrolling through their Facebook news feed as he heard the ping of a notification and only a little red quantity ‘1’ appear within the ‘friends’ symbol. He clicked the couple that is silhouetted saw the small profile image of exactly just what appeared to be a lovely girl by having a title he didn’t recognise. He instantly felt suspicion and curiosity in equal measure. He clicked regarding the profile of Natalie Marceau, as soon as he saw an increased image their heart did a double beat.
She had been stunning. Model stunning. Celeb stunning. Why had been she’ that is‘friending Ted – the average looking 40-something? He looked on her behalf profile web web page and she seemed to have approximately half a dozen friends, most of who seemed approximately the age that is same him if you don’t only a little older.
‘Probably phishing for old pervs,’ he thought to himself. ‘Then plead some story that is sob extort money.’
She had been 25 years old, staying in Brittany, France. Initially from Montreal, Canada. He clicked in the pictures header and had been aghast. Her auburn hair cascaded over her slender arms. Her eyes that are blue having a light emanating from her vivacity along with her laugh had been luminescent with joy. As though she was almost unaware of the fact – or didn’t care whilst she was sensationally attractive, she had a natural air about her. Ted’s hand slid within the track-pad of their MacBook, the cursor hovering throughout the decline or‘accept’ button. Deep down, he knew it was an error. A fraud. However the intimate in him could maybe not resist. He clicked – Accept.
Natalie Marceau: Coucou!
Ted opened two pages of Bing translate in his browser. Anyone to translate from French to English, one other from English to French. He cut and pasted the expressed term to the text panel for interpretation: Coucou = Cuckoo or hello.
Maybe perhaps maybe Not being up on French colloquialisms, Ted decided on a far more reply that is formal.
Ted Miller: Bonjour.
He remembered just a little French from college and from different holiday breaks into the Southern of France not sufficient to keep a discussion. He might get by buying things in restaurants and accommodations, nevertheless the nagging issues started whenever anybody responded in French. They’d frequently talk way too quickly for him to understand some of the verbs that are key.
The three dots made a revolution to represent that she had been typing. This was a ‘she’ at all if, in fact. Ted had visions of the Russian that is twenty-stone spot-welder in the vest and underpants in the front of the laptop computer with all the stump of the cigar going out regarding the part of his lips tapping away at his keyboard. That, or even A nigerian banker in Lagos guaranteeing to deposit ten dollars million bucks into his banking account for a paltry management fee of 200 dollars.
Natalie Marceau: Will You Be good?
‘That depends.’ Ted thought. ‘On whether you suggest, ‘am we a great individual’ or ‘am I experiencing fine?’ He opted for a reply towards the latter.
Ted Miller: i will be perfectly, many thanks for asking. Just just exactly How have you been in sunny France?
‘I bet she’s impressed with my French.’
Natalie Marceau: i actually do perhaps not realize. You intend to determine if France has sunlight?
‘Shit,’ Ted clicked the ‘suggest alternative translation’ tab.
Ted Miller: Sorry, Bing translate. Most likely didn’t emerge too well. Would you speak English?
Natalie Marceau: Very Little.
Natalie Marceau: Maybe Maybe Not in Montreal. Is French. Not British.
‘That’s me told, then.’ He moved towards the fridge and launched a container of San Miguel then sat back at their laptop computer. He glanced from the screen, ship lights were shimmering from the water that is blue-black of harbour basin. ‘C’mon, Miller. Think about something interesting to state. It’s what you’re likely to do for an income, for God’s benefit.’
Ted Miller: Yes, you did indeed win that particular skirmish. But we kicked your arse during the Battle of Waterloo! (Winky face.)
‘Stick that in la pipeline, Ivan!’