Starting Over #15

Welcome to TUESDAY TALES. This week we’re writing to a winter wonderland picture prompt. Only 300 words! Reading will go quick.

Victoria and Toby, seemingly mismatched with her love of antiques and the past and his desire to not delve into the past, are having a drink together when he proposed a drive the next day. Where to? He won’t share.

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TT_Dec 2014 picture promptToby sat his drink down and laid a hand on Victoria’s knee. Sparks pulsed from his touch as if she’d been electrocuted. “Are you open on Sundays?”

It took a moment for his words to register through the heat suffusing her body. “Uh … no … not anymore … not busy …” Words stammered out. She felt like a fool, unable to utter a coherent sentence.

“Take a drive with me tomorrow?”

“Uh … yeah …” That wasn’t where she expected the conversation to go. “Where?”

“Let me surprise you.” A hint of suspicion crossed her face. “Trust me,” he added. “I think you’ll like it. You and your soul from the past.”

Once they’d finalized plans for a drive the following day, the rest of the evening wrapped up as two old friends with no lingering touches or sparking fingertips. To Victoria’s relief – and slight dismay – he delivered her to her doorstep as a perfect gentleman, gave her a quick peck on the top of her head and shooed her inside to stay warm.

There wasn’t much debate about what to wear or not wear. ‘Dress warm’ were his parting words, so the heavy boots, muffler, fuzzy angora hat and ski gloves were the chosen apparel. On this snowy day, no wondering how much cleavage to show or not show.

The car headed north on 35 until it veered to the west and kept going. And going. Even as the ground got whiter, he kept on. “No clues where we’re going?” Victoria queried.

“Outside Jacksboro. Just past Fort Richardson.”

“What’s out there?”

“You’ll see.”

She surreptitiously peeked at his face for clues. It was sometimes somber, sometimes a half grin appeared.

The car purred as he pulled over and stopped, overlooking an old white farmhouse in the distance.

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