TUESDAY TALES - QUAINT

 

Welcome to the blog where writers write to a word prompt. This week the word prompt is "quaint". I have another excerpt from my work-in-progress titled, "Someone Like You." When you finished, hop on over to read the works by the other authors. You'll find them HERE. 

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Tom opened the quaint little cookie tin, and sat it in the middle of the kitchen table. They took their usual seats at the table.

“Well,” Tom said, fiddling with his spoon trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

“I’m moving out, Pop,” Charlie blurted out.

He looked up, his eyes wide. “You what?”

“I’m sorry, but it’s time.”

Tom laughed. “I was going to say the same thing to you!”

“What?” Charlie stared. “What do you mean?”

“I’m selling the house and moving to Florida. I’m going to live with my sister. Helene needs help and can’t afford much. So I’m going to sell and move in with her. Doctor told me I have to stop working. Ticker trouble.” Tom avoided Charlie’s stare.

“When did all this happen?” She asked.

“Today.”

“Today? Really?”

“The doctor has been telling me to cut back. To lose weight, eat healthy, and stuff.”

“I know that.”

“He said the winter here isn’t good for me. I should move to a warmer climate.”

“That’s probably true for three-fourths of the population here,” she murmured.

“Then I spoke to Helene today. She didn’t want to call me, but she’s at the end of her rope. She can’t walk too good. She doesn’t have the money to hire help. I figured my moving down there would be good for both of us.”

“You’re going to sell the house?” Charlie asked.

“Yep. It’s paid up. I need the cash. It’s about time you lived on your own, anyway.”

Charlie burst out laughing. “That’s exactly what I was going to tell you. I’ve been saving up. I found a sublet. I'll find a new place in the fall.”

Tom wiped the sweat off his forehead. He let out a sigh of relief and smiled. “That’s good news.”

“Are you sure you can get along with Helene?” Charlie asked.

“She’s not quite so high and mighty now she needs help,” he said with a chuckle. “I ain’t leavin’ you with nothin’. I savin' a bit from what you made and put it in a safe place.It’s grown. So you’ll have a nestegg to get you started.”

Charlie’s eyes watered. “You did that?”

“I knew you’d need your own money someday,” he said, struggling to keep the tremor out of his voice.

“Oh, Pop!” Charlie burst into tears and leaped up from the table.

When her father stood, she threw herself into his arms.

 

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