Monday, January 20, 2014

Love is in the air



Christmas Eve

     It was a dark and stormy night.
     The wind had been blowing most of the day, and the snow had made driving nearly impossible, drifting over the roads, bringing traffic to a standstill, and stranding holiday travelers. She had shoveled the porch three times since dark, and still the snow fell, blanketing everything in a dense layer of sparkling white.
     Inside her house was warm and cozy, candles flickering on the mantle, and the pine scent of the tree wafting about to mingle with the smell of the wood burning in the hearth. The tree was nearly decorated now, all the ornaments hung and glittering, the colored lights sparkling, and the star at the top a bright beacon.
     He wasn’t coming, she thought. Stranded no doubt, like everyone else. She supposed she should put the champagne away, and the shrimp cocktail, and the lovely salad with the pine nuts and cranberries. The chocolate mousse was still chilling in the refrigerator but the whipped cream had probably fallen a bit. A small sigh escaped her.
     And then the dog barked.
     Not a warning bark but an excited bark.
     She ran to the door and opened it, peering out into the snowy night, and her heart skipped a beat.
     He was coming up the drive, covered in snow, carrying his guitar.
     She ran out to meet him, not caring how cold it was or that her boots would get wet. He opened his arms wide, and she flew into them, wrapping herself around him. He held her tight, kissing her hair, her face. She brought him inside and took his heavy overcoat, laying it over the sofa, smoothing his damp hair back away from his blue eyes.
     She got the champagne out and they drank before the fire.
     “Are you hungry?’” she asked, “I’ve got…”
     “No food,” he said with a smile, “Just you.”

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21 comments:

  1. Nice! (Who doesn't dig a dude with a guitar?) I wouldn't care about the food either at that point.

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  2. Ooh, the tension at the end... And I'm with Alex - a guy with his guitar. ;)

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  3. You didn't manage to find a smaller font, sister? :PPP
    Loved the story

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  4. Loved this! I felt her disappointment that he wasn't going to make it, and then that lovely little thrill with the last line. Thanks for sharing!

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  5. I love your last line! Love is people, not things. ;)

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  6. Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!! How utterly romantic!! Yay!! Loved it! Take care
    x

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  7. Oh, that is so sweet! Love that kind of scene

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  8. This is so sweet. Love the last line.

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  9. Aw, that was so sweet! It was not only very enjoyable, but it was very well-written with a good contrasting descriptions between the cold outside and the warm coziness of inside. The only thing I'd take out would be the "heart skipped a beat." Find something more unique. I'm only mentioning it because you're such a great writer, and I <3 you!

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  10. Oh my. And why did you end the scene there? *disgruntled face* ;)

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  11. Loved your scene! I'm with Crystal, I wanted to read more! : ) Thanks for sharing!

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  12. I want more! The last two lines tugged at my heart strings.

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  13. I love the way you set the scene. The detail was amazing! And the fact that he came in spite of bad weather made it really sweet!

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  14. Braving the snow! Love it!

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  15. Smiling. That was wonderful.

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  16. This one was super, super sweet. Thank you for sharing.

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  17. Thank you all for stopping by and anyone who wants to read more of my writing can do so on March 27th when West of Paradise releases :)

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  18. Cute. Made me smile too. =)

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