Tuesday Tales and More Than a Picture (pic prompt)
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 a picture prompt. We have 300 words to get your attention. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, Black Diamond Hearts.
Enjoy!~
“I should have warmed up this car before
we got in.” Matthew berated himself for
not making the atmosphere warm and cozy for a comfortable ride.
“I spend my days in slow-ass chair lifts in below freezing temperatures and flying down mountains creating icicles on my eyelashes. I will survive a cold car.” Laurel raised an eyebrow toward Matthew. “What has gotten into you these days? You are so moody lately.”
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Laurel swallowed and finally managed the question she had wanted to ask Matthew for months. “How can you be here day after day and not crave racing anymore?
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“Snow is so mysterious you know?
It’s silent and unless you see it coming down, you don’t even realize
what’s happening outdoors.”
It’s
like some people I know. Matthew wondered how many times he interacted with
Laurel before he realized she was there, in the bulk of his day-to-day life,
encompassing his existence. “Cool isn’t
it? It’s magic to wake up and see
everything blanketed in white. I used to
love it as a kid.” Matthew opted not to share his heartfelt feelings toward
Laurel in such a profound manner.
“I spend my days in slow-ass chair lifts in below freezing temperatures and flying down mountains creating icicles on my eyelashes. I will survive a cold car.” Laurel raised an eyebrow toward Matthew. “What has gotten into you these days? You are so moody lately.”
Matthew realized he sounded suspiciously
pathetic, but, he had no idea how to explain things to Laurel. He opted for a cop-out. “Seriously, I think I’m coming down with the
once a year cold or something. I’ll be
fine. Please ignore my pansy-ass.”
Matthew and Laurel spoke very little as he
drove her toward her cabin. However,
they each had burning questions for each other and began speaking at once the
closer they came to their destination.
“Hey, can I…”
Laurel giggled and Matthew smiled in
return. “Ladies first, please
continue. Unless your question is- “Hey,
can I skip practice tomorrow?” He knew
full well that was not in Laurel’s thought processes.
Laurel swallowed and finally managed the question she had wanted to ask Matthew for months. “How can you be here day after day and not crave racing anymore?
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