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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