After several busy, overbooked weeks, Sally and Izzy have a whole day together. This week we’re writing to a picture prompt. Only 300 words, so it’s quick reading this week. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.
After a kiss that left her breathless and weak in the knees, Sally clung to Izzy, afraid to trust her balance.
“C’mon, babe. I’ll show you the house.” Izzy stepped towards the house, tugging her hand in his.
Stepping inside Sally saw a laundry room littered with several pairs muddy boots lined up by the back door. A laundry basket sat on the washer overflowing with dirty laundry. She almost shuddered to think what the rest of the place looked like. But as she followed Izzy into the kitchen, looking around in amazement. Counters were clean. The floor was spotless. The walls were bare, and while perhaps boring in their unadorned state, they were clean and appeared to be freshly painted. One lone dirty glass sat in the sink.
Laughter bubbled from her throat. “You’ve surprised me.”
“It looks like a bachelor’s house. Yet, it doesn’t.”
“What do you mean?” He looked puzzled.
“It’s much cleaner than I expected a man’s house to be. But…” She paused and swiveled her gaze around the sparkling kitchen. “You sure don’t have any ‘fluff’ though.”
“Nope. No fluff for me. I’m an outdoor man. That’s where I live. In here, I only eat and sleep.” Amusement flashed across his face. “Except for special occasions. Then, I add a few extra touches to the décor.”
“Oh? What special occasions?”
“When I’m expecting special company. Then, I decorate up a bit.” He pointed into the dining alcove set off of the kitchen.
Sally turned and saw a spray of delicate, two-toned roses displayed on a hand hewn oak dining table, surrounded by a mass of chocolates.
Tears welled up in her eyes as a feeling of love filled her body and oozed through her pores. Her mouth opened – but no words came out.