TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "BOX" #romance #shortstory #kissingbooth

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He spied Drew, Mindy’s husband, struggling with a wooden structure. One glance at the front, which sported a pair of bright red painted lips and many hearts on a white background. He ground his teeth. That must be the kissing booth his cousin-in-law was assembling. Rick ambled over.

“Need a hand?” He asked, hands in his pockets, smug smile on his face.

“Sure do. Would you mind?”

“Yes, I would. Go ahead. Sweat yourself into a coma. Your wife got both of us into this. Now you can feel the pain, just as I’m going to,” Rick hissed.

“Hey, look! I told her this was a mistake. I told her you’d be pissed as Hell.”

“And what did she say?” Rick arched an eyebrow.

“She laughed,” Drew said, mopping his face with a handkerchief and not meeting Rick’s gaze.

“Sounds about right.”

Rick patted Drew on the shoulder. “What do you need me to do?”

“How about getting me some water?”

“That’s easy. Be right back.”

Rick located a vendor with a giant cooler. He bought three bottles and returned to his booth.

“There you go. It’s set up. There are a couple of chairs around here somewhere,” Drew said, looking around. “There they are.” He retrieved them from behind a tree.

 Rick straddled a chair backwards and opened his water.

“You got one hot chick in here with you. Ohh, man. That Amber Walker. She’s like Miss America,” Drew said, gesturing to his chest with cupped hands.

“But she’s married, right?”

“Yeah. And her husband’s a bruiser with no sense of humor.”

“I’ll keep my distance.”

“I’m bettin’ you’ll have plenty of women to keep you busy,” Drew snickered, before taking a long drag on the water bottle.

Rick didn’t know which he dreaded more, having a lot of women wanting to kiss him or having none.

“We’ll see,” he said, shrugging. His fear oHe spied Drew, Mindy’s husband, struggling with a wooden structure. One glance at the front, which sported a pair of bright red painted lips and many hearts on a white background. He ground his teeth. That must be the kissing booth his cousin-in-law was assembling. Rick ambled over.

“Need a hand?” He asked, hands in his pockets, smug smile on his face.

“Sure do. Would you mind?”

“Yes, I would. Go ahead. Sweat yourself into a coma. Your wife got both of us into this. Now you can feel the pain, just as I’m going to,” Rick hissed.

“Hey, look! I told her this was a mistake. I told her you’d be pissed as Hell.”

“And what did she say?” Rick arched an eyebrow.

“She laughed,” Drew said, mopping his face with a handkerchief and not meeting Rick’s gaze.

“Sounds about right.”

Rick patted Drew on the shoulder. “What do you need me to do?”

“How about getting me some water?”

“That’s easy. Be right back.”

Rick located a vendor with a giant cooler. He bought three bottles and returned to his booth.

“There you go. It’s set up. There are a couple of chairs around here somewhere,” Drew said, looking around. “There they are.” He retrieved them from behind a tree.

 Rick straddled a chair backwards and opened his water.

“You got one hot chick in here with you. Ohh, man. That Amber Walker. She’s like Miss America,” Drew said, gesturing to his chest with cupped hands.

“But she’s married, right?”

“Yeah. And her husband’s a bruiser with no sense of humor.”

“I’ll keep my distance.”

“I’m bettin’ you’ll have plenty of women to keep you busy,” Drew snickered, before taking a long drag on the water bottle.

Rick didn’t know which he dreaded more, having a lot of women wanting to kiss him or having none.

“We’ll see,” he said, shrugging. His fear of having no one in line shivered through him.

“Are you kiddin’? Your booth will be the busiest.”

“Are you going to buy a ticket for Amber?” Rick turned a harsh eye on him.

“Are you kidding? I like living. Mindy’d skin me alive.”

Rick laughed. “Pussy-whipped.”

“She’s the finest babe in three counties. I may be dense sometimes, but I’m not stupid.” He shook his head.

Together the men straightened the old-fashioned sign and dusted off the booth. They place the chairs in position. It was ten thirty.

“I’m gonna take a look around.”

“Yeah, I know. Get your courage up,” Drew snickered, placing a box for tickets on the booth’s counter.  

Rick ignored the growing lump in his stomach and wandered through the carnival. Lured by the smell of hot oil and sugar, he bought a funnel cake. The nostalgic sounds of tinny music joined perfectly with the smell of onions sautéing and cotton candy returning him to his youth. He ambled along to the impressive 4H projects, including the biggest rabbits he’d ever seen. He finished his tour with his favorite carnival treat, a caramel apple. He munched as he returned to his booth. Checking his watch, he barely had time for a trip to the men’s room.f having no one in line shivered through him.

“Are you kiddin’? Your booth will be the busiest.”

“Are you going to buy a ticket for Amber?” Rick turned a harsh eye on him.

“Are you kidding? I like living. Mindy’d skin me alive.”

Rick laughed. “Pussy-whipped.”

“She’s the finest babe in three counties. I may be dense sometimes, but I’m not stupid.” He shook his head.

Together the men straightened the old-fashioned sign and dusted off the booth. They place the chairs in position. It was ten thirty.

“I’m gonna take a look around.”

“Yeah, I know. Get your courage up,” Drew snickered, placing a box for tickets on the booth’s counter.  

Rick ignored the growing lump in his stomach and wandered through the carnival. Lured by the smell of hot oil and sugar, he bought a funnel cake. The nostalgic sounds of tinny music joined perfectly with the smell of onions sautéing and cotton candy returning him to his youth. He ambled along to the impressive 4H projects, including the biggest rabbits he’d ever seen. He finished his tour with his favorite carnival treat, a caramel apple. He munched as he returned to his booth. Checking his watch, he barely had time for a trip to the men’s room. 

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