Their bed was cold when he woke, blearily looking at the clock. 4:08 A.M.
His wife was sitting bundled in a blanket in front of the patio door, gazing out at the snow. A mug of tea sat on the floor beside her, still faintly steaming. He came up and sat behind her. She leaned back so she was nestled between his legs and against his chest.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he murmured.
“I just wanted to watch the snow,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.”
She smiled softly and nestled further into him, and they stayed that way until dawn.
He helped her carefully onto the dock, holding her waist to steady her as she stepped out of the canoe. The look on her face was like a storm cloud, dark and ready to burst. The corners of his mouth twitched.
She took a few steps and deliberately wrung out her shirt and hair, not saying a word. He took that opportunity to appreciate the glimpse of her bare stomach and the way her clothes clung to all her curves.
“Well, you did say you would probably tip us over.”
She glared and stomped her foot. “You pushed me in!”
Happy Friday, Readers! As promised, I am back (on time) with Friday Fictioneers! This week we have an interesting photo prompt, courtesy of Claire Sheldon. (Who saves staples like that?)
We are still following our interesting couple, Emmeline and Nick, who are now home from the hospital after Emmeline’s accident. Their trials are far from over…
Thank you to Rochelle for always providing our Friday prompts!
“Bless my soul, Emmeline Price, what happened to you?” cried Mary Ann in her thick Boston accent. “Who’s your man?” She leaned over the desk. In a faux whisper, she said, “He’s a fine piece of real estate!”
Emmeline sighed covered her eyes with her hand while Nick hastily turned his laugh into a cough. “I was in an accident, and this is Nicholas Ramsey. Do I have any messages?”
“Hmm?” Mary Ann tore her gaze from Nick and popped her gum bubble. “Oh yeah, loads. All from a guy named Constantine. Weird name.”
Nick sat frozen, an untouched cup of coffee from a nurse in his hand.
At the sound of footsteps he looked up. A doctor stood there. “Mr. Ramsey? She’s asking for you.”
Nick entered the room with trepidation. Emmeline lay on the hospital bed, an IV in her arm and hooked up to a heart monitor. It beeped steadily. Her eyes were closed but as he pulled the door shut she opened them.
“This isn’t what I meant when I asked you to meet me for coffee, Nicholas.”
Her soft smile was all it took for him to breakdown completely.
Happy Friday! It’s a rainy one here in Ohio, USA. Perfect weather for writing! I’m getting my morning started with Friday Fictioneers, and gearing myself up to start a writing spree for April. Camp Nano (National Novel Writing Month) starts tomorrow! As I mentioned before, I’m going to be working on the adventures of Stella and Griffin, which all of you have been so faithfully reading these past months. Hopefully I’ll get a full-length story written!
I went a little over the 100 word limit, but I couldn’t help myself. Got caught up in the moment. Blame the romantic voice of Frank “Swoonatra.” Enjoy!
The Good Life
“I don’t know how, but you’ve done it again, Emmy.” Nick looked with approval around the deck of The Good Life. Soft yellow strings of lights twinkled brightly in the fading sunlight. Ushers and servers bustled around the deck, preparing the buffet table and bar. Frank Sinatra crooned from the speakers overhead.
Emmeline smiled and looked away out over the horizon of Lake Michigan. Nick was at once captured by the beautiful picture she presented, her upswept hair haloed in the last rays of sunlight, her delicate shoulders displayed by the wide neckline of her navy blue dress and the tiny curve in the corner of her mouth that seemed to be waiting for a kiss.
The words were out of his mouth before he had even finished the thought. “Will you dance with me, Emmeline?”
It’s Friday again, dear Readers! I’m back with more adventures in the lives of Nicholas Ramsey and Emmeline Price in this week’s Friday Fictioneers! (If you would like to read about their previous adventures, try here and here.) Special thanks to Rochelle, as always, for providing the prompt. The photo credit goes to Jennifer Pendergast, a fellow blogger!
“Do I even want to know how you managed this?” Nick watched as workmen carefully carried piece after piece of priceless artwork into the hall.
“Not in the nefarious way you are no doubt imagining,” answered Emmeline, stamping the delivery sheet with the Answering Angel’s seal of approval and her flourishing signature. “Believe it or not, people are more willing to help charities than you think.”
Nick scoffed, but his retort was cut off by the box of place cards Emmeline shoved into his arms. “Now make yourself useful,” she said. “I’ll make an angel of you yet, Nicholas Ramsey.”