TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "RIDE"

 

Welcome! It's time for Tuesday Tales again. This week we have more of my Kensington State University story with no name. Don't forget to read the stories by our wonderful group of writers. Find them HERE. 

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Charlie put down the roller, stood back and surveyed the walls. They were pristine. And her paint job? Perfect, as usual. After she finished, the bigger job began – cleanup. She scrubbed her hands in the ladies room, put her tools in a satchel and ambled down the hall on her way home.

A poster in bright pink and green drew her  eye. It read:

 

                 The Spring Dance is Coming

                 Saturday, April 5, 8pm

                 The Gym

                Admission: $10.

 

Charlie made a face and said to herself, “Hah! Just saved ten bucks.” When she got outside, the honking of a car got her attention. Corey, her brother, sat in the passenger seat of her car.

“I need a ride to town. Figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Where to?”

“Cleaners. Gotta pick up my sports jacket,” he said.

She put the car in gear. “What do you need your sports jacket for?”

“The dance. You going?”

“Me?” she gave a derisive laugh. “No. Of course not.”

“Really? That’s too bad. I heard Professor Garrett’s going to be there,” he said, glancing out the window.

Charlie screeched on the brakes.

“What the Hell? What are you doing?”

A driver leaning on his horn sped by, giving her the finger.

“Sorry. I didn’t see that car.”

“I guess not.” Sweat beaded on Corey's forehead. 

“Are you sure Professor Garrett is going?”

“Kitty asked him to chaperone,” Corey lied.

“And he agreed? He seems to shy to want to do that.”

“Well, all the professors are required to do that kinda stuff. That’s what Kitty said.”

They drove on in silence for a half mile.

“Change your mind about the dance?” her brother asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” she replied, pulling up to the curb.

That's all until next week. Thanks for stopping by.