TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "MEET"

 

Welcome! It's time for Tuesday Tales and our word prompt, which is "meet" this week. I've used "met", a form of the word. And it applies to the pugs. Yes, we have another episode of "Two of Hearts." I couldn't leave you hanging any longer about whether Clare called or not. Don't forget to hop on over and read the wonderful stories by the other Tuesday Tales authors. Find them HERE. 

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“Did you hear from Clare?”

“I did. You were right. Some of her classmates decided to watch the sunrise on the beach. They got blasted and fell asleep.”

“Oh, good. Innocent. Do you feel better?”

“I do. Now it’s your turn,” he said, stepping up to the arriving train. When the doors opened, he took her hand and guided her into the car. After they parted, she smiled and raised her hand in farewell. As the doors closed, she realized she still had his hanky. He raised his hand back and made a gesture as if it wasn’t important. She’d wash, iron, and return it next time Willie and Queenie met. She couldn’t return it to him directly because she didn’t even know his last name, let alone where he lived.

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Terry had stopped reacting to any stares when he came in late. He had a good excuse this morning. His mood had lifted. He whistled as he got coffee and headed to his office. As his computer booted up, he texted Clare.

 

                 Date tonight? Skype sex?

 

Even allowing for the time difference, he’d be on edge, awaiting her reply. He’d never had Skype sex, but he figured it had to be better than doing it himself to porn. Of course, there was a similarity, but he dismissed that. She was his wife, and that made it okay.

Terry and Paul made plans to work out at six. Then he’d pick up some food, and be ready for his woman. He focused on his work and the day flew by. At five thirty, Paul knocked on the door.

“Ready?”

“Just gotta finish this one email,” Terry said, typing. Paul sat in the chair facing Terry’s desk.

“Okay. Let’s go,” Terry said.

The two men made their way through the thickening rush hour crowd to the gym, two blocks away. After changing into workout clothes, they hit the treadmill. He vowed to keep in shape, improve even, while she was gone. He’d checked out the other people in her group. There were some guys there, younger than Clare, too. They were probably pretty buff. He’d have to keep up if he wanted Clare to come home.

Was he afraid she’d find someone better there? Damn right. He’d heard her talk about writer events in the City. She’d go on and on about how they understood her. That remark hit home. Did he have any inkling what it felt like to be a writer? Nope, Terry was a numbers man. He’d tried. He’d listened, but never measured up to the like-mindedness of Clare’s writer crowd. Now she was with only writers, and some younger guys, too. Would they take her away?

That's it for this week. Thanks for stopping by.