TUESDAY TALES - BAKING

 

We're back this week with more from "Someone Like You." The word prompt is "baking." Mark has picked up Carlotte for their dinner date. We catch up with them in the car on the way to the restaurant 

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A suspicion fluttered through Mark’s brain.
“No, couldn’t be,” he thought to himself. He took a breath and voiced the question on his mind.

“That’s a lovely scent you’re wearing. What is it?” 

“Chanel Number Five,” she responded.

Mark’s heart stopped for a second. He slammed on the brake to avoid hitting an Amazon delivery person.

“Mark!” She faced him. “Are you all right?”

Sweat broke out on his forehead. Yes, he thought there was something familiar. That was Nancy’s favorite perfume. Of course, perfume never smells exactly the same on two different people. Still, it had been baked into his brain, familiar enough to give him a jolt.

He yanked a handkerchief out of his pocket and mopped his face.

“Please. Don’t wear it again. Okay?” He couldn’t face her.

She touched his shoulder. “If you don’t like it, I won’t. Are you okay?”

He nodded. Not like it? He loved it. He’d drained Nancy’s bottle of Chanel drop by drop over two years, bringing it to his nose over and over to conjure up images of his late wife.

His eyes stung with unshed tears. He wiped his face again, pulling the cloth over his eyes as well.

“Mark?”

“I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?” she asked. 

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TUESDAY TALES: SNOWY

 

Welcome! This week we're writing to the prompt "snowy". I've got another snippet from "Someone Like You." I hope you enjoy it. When you're done, don't forget to visit the awesome Tuesday Tales writers. Find them HERE. 

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“I don’t have anything to wear. I can’t exactly show up for his class wearing painter’s overalls, can I?”

“You don’t have any date clothes?” Kitty asked, a look of astonishment on her face.

“Nope. No school clothes, either.”

Corey reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He plucked out a credit card and put it on the table. “Here. Kitty, take her shopping. Please don’t spend more than three hundred bucks, okay?”

Charlotte’s eyes wetted, Emotion choked her. Unable to speak she simply smiled and nodded.

“He got you to read. You’ve got a shot with him. He’s a good guy,” Corey said, patting his sister’s shoulder.

Charlotte pulled a snowy white hanky from her pocket and dried her eyes. Then she put her hand on Corey’s forearm. “He didn’t get me to read. You did.”

Her brother’s eyebrows shot up. “I did? How did I do that?”

“When you moved out, you left behind a couple of books. Without Pop to talk to, I had to do something to fill the time. And I was curious, so I read them.”

Corey chuckled, his cheeks reddened. “You finally found those?”

“You left them on purpose?” Her eyebrows shot up.

“Yeah. I picked a couple I thought you’d like and left them in the kitchen. I hoped you’d be curious enough to read them.”

“Why Corey Anderson! What a sneaky thing to do!” Unable to maintain an angry demeanor, she smiled. 

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TUESDAY TALES - ANGRY

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we're writing to the word prompt "angry". I have another snippet from "Someone Like You." When you're done, please hop on over and read the stories of the other Tuesday Tales authors. You'll find them HERE. 

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The doorbell jarred her out of her dreamy mood. It was Corey and Kitty.

“Hi, Sis. Here, breakfast,” Corey said, thrusting a small bag of donuts into her hands. “Got more coffee?” he asked.

“Sure. Help yourself,” Charlotte said, putting the bag on the counter.

“How are you? Kitty asked, getting down two mugs. “I mean after last night?”

“Fine,” Charlotte said, turning away to hide the blush in her cheeks.

Corey poured the coffee and Kitty added milk to both mugs.

“Did he walk you home? Did he kiss you goodnight?” she asked.

Corey held up his hand. “Please! I don’t wanna know.”

“That’s kinda private,” Charlotte said, avoiding their stares. She took a plate from the cabinet, unpacked and arranged the donuts.

“That means yes, to both,” Kitty said.

Corey picked up a donut and took a big bite.

“I have good news,” Kitty said.

“Oh?” Charlotte raised her eyebrows.

“My dad gave the green light for you to audit Professor Garrett’s English class,” Kitty continued.

“Oh no. Really? I can’t do that,” Charlotte said, shaking her head.

“Why not? You’re reading the books on the syllabus anyway,” Corey said, shrugging his shoulders.

“What’s a syllabus?” Charlotte asked.

“The list of books that are required reading for the class,” Corey said.

“See? I’m ignorant. No, no. Last night was wonderful. And I’m sure dinner with him on Saturday will be great until he finds out how uneducated I am. Then it will be over,” Charlotte said, picking up her mug.

“What?” Kitty practically jumped out of her chair. “We didn’t do world’s most incredible makeover for you to slink away with some stupid notion you’re not smart enough for the guy.”

“I thought you wanted him? I mean, you’ve got him, hook, line, and sinker. I’m a guy

and I know when a guy is hooked. Mark’s got it bad for you. Don’t blow it by running away.”

“He’ll see through me right away. He’s too good for me,” Charlotte said.

“I don’t ever want to hear you say that again!” Angry, Corey pounded his fist on the table. “What would Pop say?”

“Okay, okay. But I’m not his equal. Not intellectually.”

“Yeah? And I bet he can’t refinish a floor or build a table. So you’re even,” Kitty put in.

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