Monday, December 1, 2008

'Is this what I think it is?' she said.

He didn't know whether to walk away now while he still had a chance, or cup her jaw in his palm (he remembered the fit, the flex of the bone and warm flesh as he kissed her). There was nothing standing in their way now was there? It all came flooding back to him. He hesitated, remembered their last conversation. The recriminations: 'I gave up everything for you, everything!' he had cried, rubbing angry, hot tears from his eyes.
'Did I ask you to stay?' she was shaking with cold and fear. She was wearing a thin cotton summer dress, sat on a tree trunk near the river, arms crossed, hugging herself. 'Did I? Everyone said you were too good for me, and now I've just gone and proved them right ...'
'But I love you.' The words tore from his throat. He caught his breath. 'I love you. We could have done anything, gone anywhere ...'
'This is where we belong,' she said firmly. 'Your family owns this place. This is your town, your land ...'
'And all I wanted was you,' he hit out, clasped the warm air like a lifeline. 'Why? Why him? Wasn't what we had enough?'

Then he was there again, in the bar. Everything had changed, but nothing had changed. Was she still with him? Perhaps he should bide his time. 'What have you got to do to get a drink in this place,' he asked ...

6 comments:

Natasha said...

Again I love the way this is shaping up...I have a question you and I posted in response to the same cliffhanger left by Rowena...what happens in that instance? Just curious....

Did I mention that I am having fun???

Kate Lord Brown said...

I know .. I'm really curious to see how this goes. It's like a soap opera you have a hand in ...

Kate Lord Brown said...

Oh, if that was a technical question about both answering to the same previous post Natasha - when I posted and saw yours had hit the blog minutes before mine, I read yours and edited mine accordingly so it made sense reading on from yours rather than Rowena's. We're all writing in tight sections, hopefully we can bend and flex the storylines ... Kind of fun - it's like a dance off!

Natasha said...

Totally like a dance off...perfect way to describe it...thanks for letting me know too

Rowena said...

I see your electric boogaloo and raise you a grande jette.

No, no, it's more like a dance line. We each take turns hustling down the center. What happens if two go at once? A waltz?

Kate Lord Brown said...

Maybe it's more like a grapevine or what is it the cowboys do? Line dance? Will dig out the legwarmers/boots once we decide how we are hoofing it x