Drawn

I haven’t done any short fiction lately but this is a continuation of a series of short pieces inspired by the WordPress daily prompts. The other intallments are:

And now for today’s story.


Sure, my feelings for him were dormant. Were being the keyword. Now, as he came close, long suppressed desires came to the surface. Two years had done nothing to change that. I had only been fooling myself.

“Nice morning,” he said.

“It is.”

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“Are you always up this early? I seem to remember the girl who couldn’t function until after nine in the morning and only then if she’d had a couple of cups of coffee in her system.”

I shrugged. “People change.”

He glanced around, not making eye contact with me. “Yeah, they do. Sometimes you learn that you never really knew them at all.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of that. Was he talking about me or someone else? “Look, I still need to do a couple of things here. Why don’t you grab a shower? I’ll be inside shortly, and I’ll make breakfast.”

“Okay.”

I watched him walk away. People do change. There was something different about him. He wasn’t the self-assured, almost cocky, person I had known. What happened to him? Where was Erica? He wasn’t wearing a ring, and he hadn’t once mentioned her name.

And why couldn’t I control my feelings? The last thing I needed was to allow him back into my life in any capacity. I wasn’t even sure I could still be friends with him. Not that he had done anything to damage that relationship. That is nothing except marrying her.

But even though I tried to fight it, I was drawn to him. The more I tried to pull away, the more he pulled me back.

After finishing the rest of my chores, I went back to the house to start breakfast. I could hear the shower running, but after a few minutes, the door of the guest bathroom opened.

Busy with preparing breakfast, I didn’t hear him walk into the kitchen, but I sensed his presence. I turned to see him leaning against the door frame, his hair was still damp from the shower, wearing jeans that fit in all the right places and a black t-shirt that showed his muscles. He must be working out in the gym a lot.

His blue eyes had turned to an almost smoky hue, his voice low and husky. “Why did you leave, Carly?”


Inspired by the daily word prompt, elastic.

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  • Michele Jones

    Although you don’t do romance as your genre, this is a great piece.

    • Thanks, Michele. I’ve decided I’m a romantic at heart, so a little bit seems to find its way into my fiction. 🙂

  • Loving this, Joan. I see this is a continuation and it looks like you’ve got a good plot in the making. Wonderful piece!

    • Thanks, Mae. I didn’t intend to write a series when this started, but it just sort of went that way. I love how the story seems to be developing on its own.

  • Sherrey

    Joan, your writing is always intriguing. These short pieces have me wanting more and you’re giving it to me by writing serially with these word prompts. Clever start to another novel perhaps?

    • It may go that way, Sherrey. I’m sort of letting the story take on a life of its own. If I do decided to make it into a novel, I’ll likely change to third person and have more of a structure. Perhaps these short pieces can be the lead-in.