Getting Away From It All

House, Field, Rural, Meadow, Landscape, Village
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“When I said I wanted to get away from it all for a bit, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Taylor said.

“Beggers can’t be choosers,” Winnie retorted. “It’s not like we’re made of money. Anyway, it has great views.

“Views of what?” Taylor queried.

“The mountains, the sky, lots of things.”

“Like grass,” he said indignantly. “I was thinking the seaside, or even a city break.”

“City breaks aren’t getting away from things, they are going to things; and the seaside is full of people this time of year. This is much better. Especially since we can be alone together,” Winnie said taking his hand.

“He looked at the vast expanse of plain again, and smiled. Okay, we’ll stay,” he said. “I sure hope it has cable, though.”

I’m glad to see that romance isn’t dead, Winnie mused, as she hid the remote.


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Night Veil

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To bathe in moonlight

To dance beneath the stars

To revel in the darkness

Guided by stellar Polar

And in this nocturnal bliss

Uninhibited in the night veil

To chance an imbrace and kiss

And each other’s breath inhale


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Photo Challenge #365

The Date

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Arthur had quite the crush on Millie back in high school. She saw him more as a dear friend, however. He never worked up the courage to reveal his feelings for her though, and she slipped through his fingers. He was sure if he would have been able to serenade her and express his feelings, he would have prevailed.

It was on the occasion of their sixtieth reunion that he discovered her again. On the on-line registration page it had brief biographies. Millie had been widowed for five years and he for six. Surely this was an opportunity not to miss. He contacted her, after some catching up she agreed to attend the reunion with him. He then arranged a meeting in the park near the old school a week before the reunion.

Dressed in his best suit, Arthur waited for his chance. Flowers in hand, and guitar ready he was going to find the courage to serenade her, and win her heart this time. And he did!


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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #100

Interruption

Candle, Red Rose, Candlelight, Rose

Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay 

“Was that a knock?”

“Does it really matter?” Erik replied.

“I guess not,” Emily conceded.

“There it goes again.  It’s really annoying,” Emily observed.

“Well the lights are off and we are all settled, so they will eventually give up.”

“What if it’s important?” Emily posited.

Really?” Erik questioned.

“I guess you’re right,” Emily said as she took a sip of her Champagne.  She then adjusted her position in the bath to give Erik a long kiss.  “You really know how to treat a girl on her birthday,” she whispered in his ear, before turning her head and blowing out the candle.

 

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First Line Friday: Was that a knock?

Marking the Day

Jon and Eva had met a year before.  It was amazing how the year had flown by, and they had made the most of the time they shared together.  Scheduling was not always easy. During the school term, Eva was constantly marking or writing lesson plans.  This was complicated even more when Jon’s firm sent him to Hamburg for four weeks to work on a new retail development there.

Yes, time was short, but they did what the could. Eva even put several of her own paintings on hold so she could meet with “Mr. Shy,” as she called him.

Shy he might be, but he was also romantic.  Eva had made a passing comment on the day they had met, that she loved turquoise.  This stuck with him, and when they had their six “Month-versary” he presented her with a pair of turquoise earrings.  And then with the anniversary of their meeting approaching, he bought her a dress as near to the color of the blossoms they had seen on that day.

Now, on the anniversary, they again met at the cafe.  Eva was wearing her new dress, and Jon had one of the little flowers from the park, which he handed to her at the table.  She smiled and tucked it behind her ear,

They chatted about nothing in particular, but held hands and just enjoyed each other’s company.

“Would you like to go for a walk in the park?” he finally asked.

“I would love it,” she said.

He paid the waitress and then walked Eva across the street to the flower carpeted park.

“Eva,” he said taking on his trade mark red hue.

“Yeah,” she responded thinking something was up.

“Would you like – like to go to Barcelona with me?” he said taking out a pair of airline tickets.

She smiled and nodded in the affirmative, and then kissed him.

After a moment he stepped back and then blushed even more severely than usual.

“What?” she said teasingly.  “Are you up to something?”

This was confirmed a moment later when he dropped to one knee and produced a diamond ring flanked with two small turquoise stones.

“Eva Mason, will you marry me?”

She pulled him to his feet and kissed him.

“Yes! Yes, I will,” she almost squealed.

He placed the ring upon her finger, and held her tightly.

After a long embrace, and when they had both stopped shaking, he stepped back and took out his phone.

“Lay down in the flowers so I can take a picture.  I want to remember this moment forever.”

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Inspiration Call: Character Development Thursday

First Date

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Cardiff Station – walesonline

 

Full of apprehension

Butterflies in the tum

Full of hope and expectation

Of what might now come

 

Our meeting very public

Clear for all to see

For the sake of each our children

We met so publicly

 

On a platform in Cardiff

We we sat to chat and stare

Into each others eyes

As if all others were not there

 

And so on our first meeting

Online chats now eclipsed

My train soon departing

I first felt the wonder of your lips

 

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As I have posted already, Dianne and I met online in a parenting chat room.  The relationship blossomed, and we felt there was truly chemistry in the making.  We therefore arranged our first face to face meeting.   As her children were still reeling from her divorce, it seemed best that we meet on neutral ground on which they wouldn’t be threatened by my presence.  We decided that I would take the train to Cardiff and we would meet at the train station and chat, and maybe wander into town for a drink.   In the end we spent hours just sitting there chatting, holding hands and coming to know each other better.  Maybe not the making of a classic RomCom, but it was the beginnings of a fulfilled life together.

 

 

 

The Bouquet

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Will walked Alice from his car to her flat.  It had been a wonderful date, and the relationship was really starting to bloom.  She unlocked the door, and he prepared to give her a good night kiss, when she invited him in.

“I would love to,” he said.  “But I really shouldn’t stay long.  Work tomorrow.”

She loved that he was a little nervous and shy around her.  He was refreshing in his “old fashioned” values.  Most guys had tried to make their moves on her during first dates, but Will had been respectful, gentle, and above all – didn’t pressure or rush her.  “What was it?” she thought. “Two months and nine dates?”

“A cuppa?” she asked, as she pushed the door open.

“That would be lovely,” he said.

As she stepped into her little flat she saw a huge bouquet of flowers in a vase on her coffee table.

“What in the world?” she exclaimed.  “Did you have something to do with this? And how did they get them into my flat?” she continued as she pointed at the flowers.

He immediately made a confused and defensive gesture and said, “I have no idea how it got there.”

She looked around the flat, and then silently gestured for him to follow her.  She picked up an umbrella from the stand by the door, and stepped into the bathroom.  She then turned the umbrella so she could hold it like a bat and nodded to the shower curtain.

Will threw open the curtain, as she prepared to strike, but the bath was empty.

She then pointed towards her bedroom.  This time he led the way.  He slowly opened the door and looked around.  She then followed him, umbrella in hand, as he opened her wardrobe and then looked under the bed.

“There’s no one here,” he said.  “Is there a card or anything?”

They returned to the lounge and she checked all around the vase.  “Nothing,” she said definitively.

“That’s just weird,” Will observed.

“Will, I am really spooked.  I would really feel a lot better is you stayed here with me tonight,” she said as she shoved the florist’s receipt deeper into her jeans pocket.

 

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Story Starter Challenge:  “I have no idea how it got there.”

Genre Writing Challenge: Romantic Mystery