Tuesday Tales: From a Picture

Badge for TT - very small (1)Good day, and welcome to another edition of Tuesday Tales. Once a month, the inspiration for our posts comes from an image, and we use it to write a flash fiction piece ot no more than 300 words. Most of us try to make the picture fit our current stories, but sometimes we need to branch out  For the past few months, we had various images from whicrestaurant signh to choose, but this month, we’re all on the same page–or rather–picture.

This week, I’ve managed to continue with Wedding Bell Blues, my contemporary romance. Here is the inspiration. It was a bit of a stretch, but…

So, here is your Tuesday Tale for this, the last week of July.

“I can’t believe it got dark just like that,” MJ said.

Paul ushered her along the boardwalk to the pathway. It only took three steps before he scooped her up into his arms.

“Put me down,” she said, with less enthusiasm than she should have. The aroma of his aftershave was doing strange things to her slightly inebriated senses.

“No way. The last thing I want is for you to twist your ankle. Relax and enjoy the ride.” He pulled her closer, and she had no choice but to put her arms around him and hang on. He veered off the path they’d used earlier.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you in through the main doors.”

“I went in that way when I arrived, silly,” she said and giggled, enjoying herself far too much to quibble. How did that saying go? Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die. Once Mark and Melena arrived, that was quite possible.

Overhead, twinkling lights resembled hundreds of fireflies flitting through the canopy.

“Whoever designed this place is a genius,” MJ said.

Paul stepped out of the trees. The building was awash in the soft glow of multicolored floodlights. He set her gently on her feet, opened the main door, and stepped back, letting her walk ahead of him.

She gasped. It was like stepping four hundred years into the past. The foyer had been transformed into a town square. Wooden signs suspended from black wrought iron bars, identified the various areas, now designed to look like store fronts. The exquisite doors leading to the bar, had looked out of place earlier, but now fit right in.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.”

“This way,” Paul said, leading her toward the closed doors under the restaurant sign.

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