Howdy! Welcome. It's picture prompt week and the limit on words is 300. This week is a bit from a work-in-progress called, "The One that Got Away." This will be the first story in my new, second-chance anthology, Echoes of the Heart. Scroll down for the link back to the great stories at Tuesday Tales. Thanks for stopping by.
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Heather sat at her regular table outside and pulled her
sweater around her against the chill of early May. Would today be
the day Mike showed up today, apologizing and hugging her tight? She sighed.
She’d been there every Sunday for two months.
“More coffee? Something
stronger?” Pete the bartender asked.
“Hot toddy?”
“Coming up. Any sign of
him?”
“Nope. Not today.”
“Maybe next week. I’ll
be right back.”
She buttoned the
sweater. Her gaze studied the people conversing, drinking and have a late
brunch at Charlie’s restaurant. The ones holding hands must be lovers, she
figured. Some barely looked at each other or spoke. Other tables held three or
four friends, chattering away and shoving forkfuls of food in their mouths.
Heather was the only one who sat alone. Raising her chin slightly, she decided she
didn’t care. Let people wonder whatever they wanted to.
It took her five effing years to decide that
Mike what’s-his-name was the love of her life. Determined to wait until she
found him or he found her, she ignored the nagging feeling that this was the
dumbest thing she’d ever done. She could hear her mother’s words.
“But you have that
lovely Frenchman,”
“Belgian, Mom.”
“Belgian, French,
Irish, who cares. Anyway. He’s lovely, rich and wants to marry you.”
“He never said marry,”
“Oh? I thought he did.
Well to move in with him. Ah, the Netherlands,” he mother had said, sighing and
clasping her hands over her heart.
Who gives a flying you-know-what about the
Netherlands? What about Heather’s heart? Didn’t her mother think she’d tried to
find someone else? Heather had searched everywhere for someone else. But it was
Mike or no one. And right now, with only two weeks to go, it looked like no one
was winning.
I can’t wait to see if Mike ever shows. I love the start of this and can’t wait to see where it goes.
ReplyDeleteOh! I can't wait to read more! Great job. And I love the internal banter with her mother. You've got to love (or hate) those voices that stay with us far into the future. Love it!
ReplyDeleteOoooo, I'm hooked!
ReplyDeletePoignant last sentence.
ReplyDeleteI love how she assesses the people. I do that myself when I'm out and about. LOL
You have sparked my interest and I'm craving this one already. Love her thoughts here-- "she ignored the nagging feeling that this was the dumbest thing she’d ever done."
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