I read this series of stories online today … the challenge was to tell a 300-word fiction story and I thought, cool. Since I haven't written anything in a while I thought I would give it a go. 323… a little over. As always, I don't own the characters, story lines, etc.
Whoops.
"Hold on," she laughed. "She did what?"
"She asked my advice," I answered, now a little frustrated. "What? You think I can't give advice about initiating a relationship with a woman?"
"I don't want to be mean, sweetie…" My wife cringed, "But you don't have a lot of experience." She paused. "I've always wondered about her, by the way," my wife rolled her eyes.
"So what would you have told her?" Now I was curious.
"I would have told her to be honest," she said as she raised her eyebrows and grabbed my hands across the table. "That's all you can do."
"Well, that's what I told her. So I guess I know a little more than you think I do…" I was so proud of myself, becoming bolder by the second. "You know, there's not much I can't anticipate about you my love. I'm afraid you'll never be able to get away with much anymore."
"I'm OK with that," was her answer. You're perfect, I thought. We smiled and looked at each other for a minute then she got up to refill our tea glasses. I looked down at my now empty hands. I started the silly "what if" scenario in my head.
"What was that?" the waiter jumped from behind the counter. "Was that a scream?" I immediately shot up from the booth and ran to the kitchen. My wife was doubled over and the tea pitcher was on the floor. I immediately moved to examine her asking "What's wrong! What's wrong!"
"I slipped." She paused and I realized she was fine. I don't know that my stomach has hurt that bad in a long time. "I think there's water on the floor over here," she continued like nothing had happened. All I could do was wrap my arms around her. "What? What did you think happened?" "It's Pine Valley" I replied.
"So much for your anticipation skills…" she laughed.