PROMPTuesday: Exercise #13
Deb is at it again. The bold portion is her prompt. The rest is me. 250 words or less. Ten minutes. Go.
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“Wait!” I screamed after her, “Your hat!”
She ignored me, which was to be expected. We hadn’t talked, not really anyway, in more than 10 years. I scooped up her black hat. The mesh veil fluttered beneath my fingers. She was disappearing from me and as I held it out toward her back, I remembered the day I bought the hat for her. We’d been wandering the streets of Yorkshire on the third morning of our honeymoon and she’d spied it in the window of a vintage shop. I let her drag me in despite the dank smell of time-worn clothes that I knew would precede a violent sneezing attack. But I was delirious for her. She took the hat in both hands, her pinky fingers spread wide like when she holds her grandmother’s teacup to her curling lips. She gently placed the hat on her head and carefully adjusted the veil across her face. Her auburn curls spilled out over her shoulders and when she raised her brown eyes to meet mine in the mirror, it was done. Later, we made love on the floor of our rented flat. It was raining out and the veil obscured the freckles scattered across her nose.
…and we shall not be deterred…(that’s for you. you’ll know what it means…)
AND, I love what you did with the PROMPT.
Par usual.
This sounds like the beginning of a new Masterpiece Theater series (maybe with a Spanish actor playing the lead). I can’t wait to see the first episode. Does his secret girlfriend still have the hat box?
xoxo
Now that is clever. I really like where you took that. Lovely detail too.
You are so good.
I agree! I’m ready to tune in to PBS to see the Masterpiece when it is done!