TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "YEAR"

Welcome! This week, we start a new story. It's so new, it doesn't really have a name. Tentatively titled "The Chase," here is the first episode. The word prompt this week is "year." Scroll down to return to Tuesday Tales. 

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Rennie Silver sat in her small apartment staring into the tiny fireplace. Wind howled, rattling her windows. Determined to burn regardless of it’s size, the fire warmed her feet resting a foot or two from the flames.

It was December. The weather was shitty, and her life was shitty, too. A freelance writer, all her assignments has been put on hold until after the holiday. Her boyfriend of two years, Todd, had run off to Europe with his boss.

Rennie’s parents were on a cruise and her sister was in rehab in California. She sighed. Yeah, dad had told her to take a staff job. She would make friends. But did she listen? No. And now, here she was, alone for the holidays.

She wiped away tears of self-pity then sucked down her third hot chocolate of the day. If she gained weight, so what? No one would notice or even care. She turned on the television and found a Christmas movie on the Hallmark Channel. Snuggling up under a hand-made throw, she hit play, just as there was a knock on the door.

Cursing quietly, she threw the blanket off, dusted scone crumbs off her sweatshirt and padded to the front door in thick, warm socks. She shuddered as she glanced in the mirror. Boy, she’d sure let herself go to hell, hadn’t she? She blew her nose, straightened her top and pulled up her leggings before peeking through the peephole.

A gold and navy rep tie stared back at her. Hmm. A man. Strange man. She had no idea who could be bothering her at five o’clock on a frigid Tuesday.

“Who is it?”

“Tim Chadwick. You don’t know me. I’m a real estate agent. Can you please answer a question for me?”

Rennie put the chain on the door and cracked it open.

The best-looking guy she'd seen all year stood outside. With sandy hair and curious gray eyes, the man calling himself Tim bent down to make eye contact. Why did she always run into gorgeous guys when she looked like crap? 

“What do you want?” 

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