Happy Friday, Readers! We’ve made it through another week! Now it’s time for Friday Fictioneers (which again, I am so sorry for skipping last week). Back to Nick and Emmeline’s story. I am sorry (not sorry) to say the cliffhangers are just going to keep on coming. Special thanks to Rochelle for providing the prompt, and to J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo. Enjoy!
P.S. For those of you who celebrate it, Happy Michaelmas!
Price, Emmeline Price
He’s a what?”
Nick stared at Emmeline, mouth open. She squeezed his hand again. “Stay calm, dear. Whatever I tell you, just react as if we were having a normal conversation over breakfast.”
He took a large sip of his coffee and scaled his tongue. Wincing, he said in lower tones, “How the hell did you get mixed up with an Armenian weapons dealer?”
“It’s a long story.”
“We have time.”
“Then I guess I’ll start at the beginning.” She gazed at their entwined hands, but didn’t say more.
Readers…I skipped last week’s Friday Fictioneers! I’m sorry about that. To make it up to you, here’s a continuation of Nick and Emmeline’s story using WordPress’s Daily One Word Prompt: Focused.
The usual Friday Fictioneers post will follow after.
Nick couldn’t get another word out of her until they reached the little bakery a couple blocks down the street. Emmeline smiled and laughed and leaned on him when her injury gave her pain, looking for all the world as if she hadn’t just told him someone was trying to kill her.
He quickly gave up asking her anything about it, but watched her closely. She smiled with her usual brightness, but her eyes had a sharpness in them he hadn’t seen before. She scanned every street corner, window, doorway and alley. Though she leaned on him, she seemed poised for flight.
The arrived, and he helped her into her chair before ordering them both a coffee from the bubbly waitress. As she hurried away to fill their order, he took Emmeline’s hand in his and smiled. “Now, are you going to tell me what this is all about?”
Emmeline returned his smile and gave his hand a squeeze. “I don’t think I have much choice.”
Nick’s smile faltered, but he recovered quickly. He stared into her eyes, searching for an explanation. “I don’t understand,” he said, half to himself.
“I know, and I’m sorry,” answered Emmeline. She released his hand as the waitress returned with their coffee. “Constantine is a man from my past. A man with a grudge. I thought I had lost him, but it seems I was mistaken.”
“Can’t you just go to the police?”
“They won’t help.”
“Because I can’t prove any of this.”
Nick shook his head, baffled. “What about a restraining order?”
Emmeline gave a short laugh. “We’d have to find Constantine first, and trust me, no one wants to do that.”
Nick ground his teeth. “What kind of ex is this guy?” His voice rose in volume.
Emmeline covered his hand with hers. “He’s not an ex. I told you.”
Nick took a deep breath through his nose. “Then what is he?”
Emmeline hesitated for a few moments and Nick braced himself, certain he wasn’t going to like whatever she said next. Her eyes again darted to the surrounding buildings and street, and the tables next to them with old men reading the paper and hipsters taking pictures of their coffee for Instagram. She bit her bottom lip and studied Nick’s face, as if trying to come to a decision.
Just when Nick could hardly stand it any longer she leaned forward and said calmly and in soft tones, “He’s an Armenian weapons dealer.”
Happy Friday Readers! I am sorry for missing the last couple weeks and leaving you hanging, but things got a little crazy. Exciting things are happening behind the scenes in Nick and Emmeline’s story however, so I’ll give you a sneak peek in this week’s Friday Fictioneers. I was so excited to see this prompt, because it fits just perfectly with what I envisioned happening next!
Thanks as always to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for providing the prompt, and to Dale Rogerson for this week’s photo!
A Delicate Arrangement
“Are you with me?” The words echoed in Nick’s head as he helped Emmeline to her apartment door. She was still pale but a grim determination had replaced the fear on her face. She paused, her keys stuck in the lock.
“Do you need help?” Nick reached forward to turn the key but Emmeline snatched at his hand.
“No! We have to be careful.”
“Em, you’re not making any sense. What are you worried about?” He shook off her hand and opened the door.
Emmeline braced herself, then gasped. Her entire apartment was filled with flowers.
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.”
“Miss Price is sleeping, but stable. You can sit with her if you like.”
Nick didn’t need told twice. Quietly he entered her room. In the corner her heart monitor beeped slow and steady. He sat down beside her bed, fiddling with the rosary still in his hands. “Stay with me, Emmy,” he whispered.
Moved by an urge to be doing something, anything – he pulled out his phone and opened his last search – “How to Pray the Rosary.” He didn’t believe in this stuff, but it was better than nothing. Hesitantly, he started to pray.
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, Readers! I think this week just flew by, didn’t it? Already it’s time for Friday Fictioneers with our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week our prompt photo is provided by our host, Rochelle.
As I have been for the past month or two, I will continue the story of Nicholas and Emmeline. There’s been a little tension between the two of them in the past two weeks…there’s more to Emmeline than meets the eye and Nicholas isn’t sure how to handle that. We’ll see what happens today…
In A Blink
Nick burst into the hospital room, his jacket and tie askew and skidded to a stop, breathing heavily. The doctor and nurses looked up in alarm. “You can’t be in here,” said one the nurses, striding forward.
Nick didn’t move, he just stared at the operating table and the woman laying unconscious on it.
“Nurse!” said the doctor sharply, pointing with a bloody glove.
“I’m sorry sir, you have to stay in the waiting room. That’s the best thing you can do for your wife right now.”
Nick couldn’t take his eyes off of Emmeline. Dazed, he said, “But she isn’t my wife yet.”