Deserving a Toast....Black Diamond Hearts-Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you to my current winter Olympic flavored romance, Black Diamond Hearts are the Most Difficult. For our journey, I present the picture prompt "champagne".





"He wondered if it was all about the thought of a juicy cheeseburger, or if her long blonde locks had anything to do with it.

“Cheeseburger? Are you high?”  Laurel teased Matthew with a ridiculous assumption. 

“What do you mean, Miss Health Nut, you having a baked potato, broiled chicken, and salad-again?”

Laurel socked Matthew in the shoulder with a padded gloved fist.  “I’m not that bad, old man, but, I am in training after all.”  She used one ski pole to snap down on the back of her bindings as she clicked her ski boots out of their tight hold.  She moved quickly, having perfected the act hundreds, if not thousands, of times. 

Matthew pushed forward a short distance before he began to unclick his own bindings.  He feigned hurt feelings as he worked. He then hoisted his skis onto his shoulder and began walking toward the parking lot calling out behind him as she tried to catch up.  “You are only a few years younger, little girl, and I always train.  In fact, I plan to work on my double fisted beer mug clutch as soon as we get back to town.”  Matthew raised an eyebrow as Laurel caught up to him.

“Ugh, you are such a guy.  Cheeseburgers and beer? Might as well throw in some hot wings and French fries and represent all the junk food groups.”  Laurel laughed at her own joke. 

“We could just begin the celebration of your future Olympic successes early with some nice champagne.” Matthew nodded self-assuredly, almost knowingly. “I know you have it in you.”

“Let’s not jinx anything, coach. You can stick with beer and keep dreaming for me.”

Lately, I dream, but, literally for you- not just what you’re going to accomplish-you as the beautiful woman you’ve grown into."


Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on "champagne"!

Comments

Iris B said…
Great post! like the dialogue betweent the two ... and I'd go for the cheesburger as well ;-)
September 18, 2012 at 12:32 AM
V.L. Locey said…
Ha! Double fisted beer mug clutch! Great comeback!
September 18, 2012 at 6:30 AM
Jean Joachim Books said…
Nice unfolding of this story and their relationship, Davee. I like them and hope the story will continue. I want to know how he's going to turn their professional relationship into a personal one. Well done!
September 18, 2012 at 8:47 AM
Davee Jones said…
Thank you all, I'm definitely working to finish this one. Would like a release in conjunction with the winter Olympics 2014.:)
September 18, 2012 at 10:14 AM
Unknown said…
I like this one. I like that they seem like polar opposites. Interesting.
September 18, 2012 at 4:51 PM
Carolyn Gibbs said…
I really liked this post, Davee. Sounds like a great story, coach/mentor and athlete.
September 19, 2012 at 8:11 AM
Sherry Gloag said…
"Double fisted beer mug clutch!" I loved this comment and like theie banter.
September 23, 2012 at 7:31 AM
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