Tuesday Tales - The Kicker - Word Prompt "Angry" - and cover reveal!

 

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Tyler bundled his footballs together in the webbed bag and slung it over his shoulder. Trudging through the snow off the football field, he looked up, craning his neck to see the lake. Any chance Merrily Adams was out there skating again? Foregoing the short cut, he turned toward the lake. A few extra steps, a little more exercise, what could it hurt, right?

And if she was there, then it would be worth it. He slowed his pace to accommodate the bulky bag of balls and reached one of the vacant docks. Sure enough, there she was. He dropped the balls near the street. No need to lug them all the way down to the bench. Holding tight to the railing, he made his way down the icy wooden steps to the edge of the lake.

Plopping down on the bench, he leaned back and strained to hear the music. Unfortunately, it wasn't very loud. He opened his bottle of water and took a swig, never taking his eyes from the swirling figure. God, she was graceful. And beautiful. Her slender body moved easily into one position after another. When she raised her leg behind her and simply glided along on one skate, he was entranced. No way could he ever do that. She went more than halfway around the circle. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Cold seeped into his bones. He couldn't sit there forever. How long could she go on before getting frostbite? He pushed to his feet. She stopped skating, bent down to grab her phone and skated toward him.

"Tyler? Is that you?"

"Yeah, yeah. Merrily?"

She nodded.

"That was beautiful. You're amazing."

She blushed and cast her gaze to the ice. "Thanks."

"Why aren't you a professional skater?"

"Long story. Look, Courtney has been bugging me to ask you. Can you come to dinner tomorrow night?"

"Dinner at your house? Your mom is a great cook. Sure. What time?"

"Six. Sharp. Mom gets angry when anyone is late. We'll eat at six thirty."

"I'll be there. And, thanks."

She nodded and skated to the bench where she'd left her clothes. Tyler climbed to the street level, but took his time rounding the bend toward his mother's house. Sure enough, Merrily caught up with him.

"How come I don't remember you from high school?"

                                

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