This week Write on Edge gave us a 500 word limit, based on the following quote and/or picture prompt:
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“Time is the longest distance between two places.” ~Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie
Bradley glanced at the clock. If he didn’t hurry, he was going to be late picking up Kaylee for the company picnic. He smiled thinking about her long dark hair, flashing coffee-colored eyes and warm bronzed skin.
While she hardly noticed him, he had a crush on her. He couldn’t believe she agreed to go with him. It probably helped he told her he’d pick her up in a BMW Roadster. He just neglected to say it was his mom’s car.
Everything was fine until the turtle decided to cross the road. He swerved avoiding it. The BMW landed in a huge puddle. When he tried to restart the car, all he got was a grinding noise. Even worse, he’d forgotten his cell phone.
A buzzing sound approached on the road. It was the pink scooter Eloise Murphy always rode. While they were neighbors, he seldom saw her. She was always on her computer. The landlord said she was a blogger, whatever that was.
Bradley groaned as she stopped by his car. “You okay, Bradley?”
“Yes, my car stalled.”
Eloise parked, pulled off her helmet, and walked over. “Pop the hood. I’ll take a look.”
He found the lever and got out of the car. “You know about cars?”
“Sort of, a friend of mine has a car repair blog. He puts up YouTube videos. You’re in luck. His most recent was about starting cars stalled in water. Usually, the distributor cap needs drying.”
Eloise leaned over, looking under the hood. Bradley noticed how nice her butt looked in her tight jeans.
Minutes passed before she pulled something black out and announced, “This cap is wet.”
Seeing a grease spot on her face, Bradley wiped if off. Their eyes met. That’s when he noticed Eloise had pretty hazel eyes with sparks of green and yellow. After that, Bradley had a hard time concentrating with Eloise so close.
The cap was dried and returned, but the car still wouldn’t start. They stood looking at it until Eloise asked, “Where were you going?”
Bradley had totally forgotten the party and Kaylee. “I need to call someone, immediately. Do you have a phone?”
“Sure.” She pulled out her pink cell phone.
Punching in the number, Bradley barely spoke before Kaylee yelled, “Where are you? It’s two o’ clock. You’ve made me late, you jerk!”
“Kaylee I had an accident….”
She interrupted. “Well, that’s your problem isn’t it? I’m calling a cab.” With a click, she disconnected.
Sighing, Bradley handed Eloise her phone. “There goes my date!”
She gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, Bradley. You want a ride? I’ll treat you to a veggie burger at Bert’s place on the way home.”
With that sexy grin she loved, he said, “Looks like I’m a free man. Let’s go. You can tell me all about blogging.”
Feeling Bradley’s warm arm around her waist, Eloise smiled. It was good Bradley was preoccupied and didn’t notice they dried the cap for the washer fluid.
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This post is dedicated to Linda who was afraid I would never write another happy ending story again :~)