Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.
At the end of this post, you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
I’m using: job ~ jacket ~ reputation ~ truth ~ loss ~ solid
It was submitted by: https://climaxedtheblog.blogsp
I decided 8 months ago to take my words and create a continuing story and today that story continues with Life In A Small Town Part Eight. You can find part one here, part two here, part three here, part four here , part five here, part six here and part seven right here. I hope you enjoy it!
She stood in front of the mirror checking her hair and makeup for the tenth time in the past half hour. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s not like he’s a stranger or anything.” Marianne said to herself. “Because he’s not Jimmy and Jimmy is the only person I’ve ever dated and you see where that ended.” She said to her mother who was there for moral support.
“Relax Marianne, he seems like such a nice man. He’s solid, you can tell just by talking to him. He has an excellent job and a sterling reputation. Go and have some fun for once and quit worrying.” Her momma told her as she picked up the jacket Marianne was going to wear and held it out to her just as the doorbell rang. “Let, dad answer the door. You have to make an entrance.” Momma said barely able to contain her excitement. It was time for Marianne to find a good man, one that would be her partner in life. God knows, Jimmy was a huge mistake except for Joey and Emma she thought to herself.
Marianne started down the stairs and stopped midway because he was so handsome he had taken her breath away. He was talking to her dad when he turned at the sound of her heels on the stairs and she knew she’d picked the right dress by the way his eyes lit up. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Michael said smiling. He was holding two bouquets of flowers in his hand. He handed one to Marianne and the other to her momma. “Well, what a lovely surprise,” momma said blushing. “Here Marianne, you go ahead and I’ll put these in water for you.”
He slipped his arm through hers and they walked out the front door. “We won’t be too late. I have an early surgery scheduled in the morning.” “Be careful,” her father said liking Michael more and more. “Take care of my girl,” he said as the door shut behind them.
Michael led her to the passenger door and opened it for her. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “Are you as nervous as I am?” Michael asked her before he shut her door. “Yes! Why am I so nervous? We’ve had such a good time each time we’ve been together.” “I think it was easier the other times because we had the kids as a buffer. Now it’s just you and I. What if we have nothing in common?” He said. “Then I guess we’d just be good friends,” she smiled up at him. Their eyes locked together and he said, “Can I kiss you? It’s all I’ve thought about and I think if we could get that out of the way I could probably relax a little.” She laughed but could see that he was totally serious. “Yes,” she whispered as his lips closed over hers.
When they broke apart she was at a loss for words. She had never felt so much from a single kiss before. “Okay, maybe that back-fired,” he said taking her hand as he pulled out of the driveway. “Now, all I can think about is kissing you again.” She smacked his arm playfully, but she was walking on air. He was so handsome and he seemed to really like her. She’d been destroyed when her marriage blew up in her face and it had taken a lot to put her back together. She had a sense that this man could break her heart all over again. She had to be careful. She didn’t think she could survive another heartbreak.
He took her out of town to a beautiful out of the way Italian restaurant that she had never been too before. After a few sips of wine, they were talking non-stop about everything. He was so easy to talk to and such a gentleman. They stayed until the restaurant had begun the long process of closing up. “I guess I better get you home. I promised your dad an early night.” She laughed. “Oh, I don’t think he’ll hold you to it, but you do have surgery and on a Sunday morning!” “Sickness doesn’t wait on a calendar. Do you think that would begin to bother you? I’m on call sometimes, but I generally try to keep normal hours. Sometimes my patients don’t get sick during normal business hours though.” “The truth is I’m in awe of you. It’s so honorable what you do.” She said suddenly shy again.
Michael took Marianne’s hand and walked her to the car but this time before he opened the door he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. This time taking his time building it up. When it was over they both had a shocked look on their faces. “Wow! That was….” “I know,” Marianne said shakily. She had never felt the way she was feeling right then and she didn’t know if she could trust those feelings. She was still a little gun-shy.
They made it home and as he opened the door she realized she didn’t want the night to end just yet. She enjoyed being with him. “Why don’t you come in for a cup of coffee before you head out?” “I’d love too,” he said, “how soon can we do this again? Tomorrow? Just kidding…sort of” She laughed as they walked into the kitchen and she began making the coffee. “What about next Saturday?” Marianne asked. “Yes, but I might have to show up here midweek for a Marianne fix.” He laughed. “You know where to find me.” Oh, my God, she was actually flirting! Where had that come from? They drank their coffee planning their next date, but it was soon time for him to go.
Marianne walked Michael to the door and they kissed again, this time they were both ready. It was a lovely end to a perfect evening. She walked out on the porch with him as he started down the porch steps she screamed out. He turned to look at her, but she was looking at his car. All four of the tires had been flattened and the beautiful car had obnoxious red paint thrown all over it. She started to cry as she sat down on the top steps. “Why does this keep happening to me. Who hates me this much?”
Michael was furious, but he didn’t want Marianne to see it. It surely wasn’t her fault. He pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay, we’ll call the police and they’ll take care of it.” He said pulling out his cell phone. All of the commotions had woken up her parents and they were upset when they saw what had happened to Michael’s car in their driveway. Marianne looked at Michael, “I can understand if you don’t want to go out with me again. It’s more trouble than I’m worth.” He gently pulled her chin up, “This is not your fault. Whoever did this is to blame. Of course, I’m still going to take you out. We’ll find out who did this.”
“It’s just like the shop,” Marianne told the Sheriff when he showed up to take down the report. “We’ve questioned Jimmy, but he had an alibi for the night the shop was vandalized. Of course, I’ll be talking to him again.” The Sheriff told her. “It has to be Jimmy, who else would cause so much destruction? Who else would want to cause me so much trouble? Who hates me this much?” “Marianne we just don’t know yet, but we will find out that’s a promise.”
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado http://www.bakinginatornado.com
Bookworm in the Kitchen http://www.bookwormkitchen.com/
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
Cognitive Script https://cognitivescript.blogspot.com/
The Bergham Chronicles https://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com
Southern Belle Charm http://www.southernbellecharm.com
Part-Time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.com/