Category: Fiction

She checked her phone for the 3rd time in the last five minutes. No messages from him and she had double-checked the time and place where they were supposed to meet. He was almost half an hour late.

She had finished the project. Whew! The client had signed off on it and it was time to celebrate.

This was to be a DD play night. But something is up. Something is whirling around in that head of hers that says it won’t “just” be a DD kind of night, but rather something else that is poking around.

“Remember when we were kids and made handprints in the sand,” she asks. “Yes, yes I do… but that’s sort of random, don’t you think?”

“Let’s grab coffee and some bagels and have breakfast in the park before it gets too hot,” you say before I’ve even opened my eyes.

We’re laying there, just listening to the dark around us. I can hear the rain on the roof (a rarity and amazing) and the winds howling outside off and on. I also hear far-distant thunder. It’s that rolling kind that’s just fun to listen to, not violent, not jolting, just almost like a drummer with a massive kettle drum of some sort playing a random tune.

I hear you whisper to me…

The day had been too hot to do the hike we had wanted to do so we had spent the entire day in front of the TV instead of the date we had planned.

I put the egg timer on the counter. “I believe that’s a two minute timer, correct?”

The backyard is finally coming together. The pool has been there since before we moved in, but the rest of the yard was a mass of rocks and dirt with a few trees. The one tree is old and huge so all planning had to go around that centerpiece.

The day had been hot. Too hot to be running errands, but life happens. It was even too hot to really spend any time in the pool until it got dark.