Tueday Tales....Make the Call
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- write. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- My Only Necessary.
“You’ve never danced before?” Lesley swayed in time with the music, her arms looped around my neck. “You’re very good.”
“I do some of my best thinking when I shift from side to side, you know, standing in a thinking man’s pose. I’ve done it for almost as long as I can remember.” Growing up, I stared at puzzles and equations for so long, sitting made my butt sore. Somehow staying mobile helped me process better.
“In your own charming way, you made even that sound romantic.”
“I shift my weight without picking up my feet much, so, I haven’t really stepped on your cute toes.”
“Did you call my toes cute?”
“I certainly did, although I’d hoped to keep such thoughts to myself.” I could probably count on two hands the number of times I’d said the word cute in my lifetime.
“You’re so handsome, I’m lucky to be your date tonight.”
“If you’re lucky, I’m absolutely fortunate, because there isn’t a girl here who holds a candle to you.”
“I just call you mine.” Shrugging her shoulders, the words fell from her lips like a rouge skydiver.
“I’ll consider that sweet, even though most of these girls are way too young for you.” She laughed the small Tinkerbell sound of delight becoming so comforting in my awareness.
“I didn’t mean here in this gymnasium, I meant here in this world.” I wasn’t exaggerating.
Lesley’s eyes opened wider, not letting the light in, but, sending her brightness out to me. When I spoke the truth about her unique brilliance, she replied in the most genuine of ways, by reacting. No one could fake what many consider to be a knee jerk. Reacting had gotten a bad rap in recent years by fad psychiatrists.
“I’ve never heard you adoring or flattering before.”
“I prefer to think of my words as anything else I put out into the world- my truth.”