Tuesday Tales, Good as Gold
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Gold. From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.
Finding this modest side
of Brent gave Nixie another reason to be impressed. He brought a personal
subject into their discussion so casually and naturally. Obviously, pride
didn’t hinder the disclosure. In the past when a man bragged about his pocket,
he was careless with the contents. Nixie admired his practical statements. When
Mindie began speaking, she took the opportunity checking around the room for
atmosphere. Quickly catching her I were lit candles around the room. Not yet
quite dark outside, natural light filtered in completing the golden tones
flickering across the space. At a table set for three, a nice tablecloth with
complimentary placemats served as a backdrop for their best dishes and cutlery.
Mindie had even snuck in a wine carafe, holding a beautiful hued blend. Three
sparkling wine glasses waited to be filled. Aside from the third-place setting,
this appeared to be a date layout.
“Earth to you, are you
listening?” Mindie smug expression wasn’t lost on nixie. Staring at her
intently, Mindie must’ve known she’d interrupted a careful evaluation.
“I’m so sorry, my mind
drifted away. Could you repeat the question?” Filled equally with appreciation
and irritation with Mindie’s attention to details, nixie wasn’t sure what her
best friend had in mind for the night. “I promise to give you my full attention
from this moment on.”
“I’m gonna hold you to
that promise.” Giving her a slow wink, Brent’s expression contained no
lascivious intent.
Careful not to drift off
again into the weight of her own imagination, nixie quickly evaluated his most
recent sentence. If this guy wasn’t sending her definite signals, she clearly
needed to get out of the dating game. Hopefully, his maturity backed up his
words much better than the recent guy she wasted time with. “I never break my
word.”
“I’ll go get the
appetizers. Brent, would you pour us all some wine? Nixie, I forgot to turn
some music on, would you mind hitting up the stereo?” More of an expectation
than actual inquiries, Mindie disappeared into the back cooking area.
Now why did she do this
to me? Music selection could be the most trickiest of tasks. Serious dinner
conversation shouldn’t be overwhelmed by music selection. However, choosing
something to droll could put a person to sleep. Anything too romantic, such as
love songs, sent out a desperate signal. But she had to keep the current flow
of their rapport, making this a tricky task. Flipping through their albums in
her mind, nixie walked to the wooden cabinet holding their old-school record
player. She lifted the lid, revealing a turntable inside the antique wood
finish. A stack of albums already perched atop the slender spool. Flipping the
power on, the current vinyl under the needle warbled to life.
“Sweet! You guys have
actual records. It’s been forever since I’ve seen one of these.” Walking over
to meter, Brent brought her a glass of wine.
“Yes we found this at a
flea market one weekend. We both love the scratchy sound of an actual needle on
a record. I don’t know, maybe it makes the music richer somehow.” Intent on
soulful jazz sounds, nixie closed her eyes absorbing the smoothness, calming
her heartbeat. With him standing so close, the pace raft again, almost leaving
her breathless. Did he realize how intensely he affected her system? She had to
be sending off obscenely loud hints as to what his presence did to her wildly
out of control psyche.
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