Writing Prompt for Wednesday Stories for March 1, 2017Our lovely Debb from Inner Sunshine set us a photo prompt and five random words to craft in to a story of 500 words.
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Judo caffeine cave senator lump
A Proposal of Sorts
‘One lump or two?’ Michael smiled at her, his hands poised over her cup of coffee.
Megan could almost taste the caffeine, her mouth was salivating anticipating that first burst of the hot liquid upon her tongue, her taste buds exploding as she sipped the delicious nectar.
The café’s television was on low in the background. She didn’t follow politics, especially American politics, she couldn’t follow the dialogue but was rather shocked when reporters aggressively pushed and shoved each other for the prime position to interview the senator.
Dragging her attention back to her companion, she wondered why she’d let herself be persuaded to spend time with this man she didn’t really know. They’d exchanged pleasantries each time they dropped their kids off on Saturday morning at the judo club. Her Sam was only seven but doing really well in the group. It helped with his aggression and anger issues that were lurking in his mind since his dad had left a few months ago.
Megan looked again at the man in front of her. He was nice looking, she knew his daughter was well behaved but she didn’t know their situation. She had assumed he was also unattached, whether separated or divorced she really didn’t know. After all it was only coffee in the adjacent café from the school hall where their kids were.
The Cave, was a retro café, juke box playing, down a few steps into what was once a basement or a cellar. The staff were all females, wearing beehive hairstyles and frilly aprons on their waists.
Michael’s phone lit up – his screen saver a rather distinctive sunset/sunrise, all pink and purple hues, it really was a rather stunning scene.
He apologised with a lift of his eyebrows as he walked away and took the call. A few minutes later he returned with a smile on his face.
‘That was my mother,’ he explained. ‘All her tests have come back and she has the all-clear.’
Michael grabbed Megan's hand, squeezing it tight, his eyes glittering with emotion.
‘That is fantastic,’ Megan responded and squeezed his hand back before disengaging from his grasp.
She looked at her watch, only another half an hour before the kids were finished with their session. Could she sit here with this stranger and make small, polite talk about his mother? She didn’t know the ailment. She didn’t know the relationship. Should she ask? Perhaps that would be too intrusive. She ought to wait for Michael to open up. Then again, did she really want to know his problems? Surely she had enough of her own to contend with.
To diffuse the situation somewhat Megan pointed to his phone. ‘Where is that place? Have you been there?’
‘Actually this is where I want to take my wife on honeymoon,’ came the response.
Megan’s recoiled in shock. He had a wife!
‘No, no. You misunderstand.’ Michael gave her an apologetic grin, ‘I mean – maybe you will be my wife one day.’
Word count: 499