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For this week, I’m offering you this opening line:
“Two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.”
If you are approaching this prompt from a memoir standpoint, feel free to use a narrow lane, a moonlit night, or appearance of someone seemingly from nowhere as a jumping off point.
A Walk in the Park REVISED
Dianna shivered; the fall colors were beautiful this year, but the evening cold. She turned her collar up and pushed her hands deeper into her pockets against the cold wind.
Up ahead a lone man stepped from the shadows and stood by the path. Dianna looked around not another soul in sight.
The street lamps flickered on; she glanced at the sky. Getting darker earlier every day, she thought.
She quickened her pace Damn I should’ve left work earlier.
Dianna stepped to the far side; she hoped to avoid the headed in her direction. She continued walking all the while, Dianna watched him from the corner of her eye. She frowned; something about him seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what. Still too far away, she hoped he would take one of the other paths.
“I should’ve bought that damn mace, like David wanted me too.” She muttered.
“Don’t make eye contact, keep walking.” Dianna gave herself a pep talk as the distance closed in the ensuing darkness.
“What the hell… Who… ” She stopped; panic gripped her throat. The man raised his hand then began to jog toward her. Dianna turned to run, she stumbled, and someone grabbed her arm.
“Wait! It’s me David.”
“David? You scared the shit out of me! It’s almost dark; what are you wearing? Why are you here? Why’d you wait so long yell?” She hit his chest. Relief then anger rushed through her soul.
“It’s damn cold; I put on a cap, so sue me! I still thought you’d recognize me! I only wanted to surprise you; walk you home.”
“You’ve got on a black cap, black coat and at night. Well, you surprised the hell outta me! My heart is racing like a jack rabbit.”
“I’m sorry babe.”
She leaned into David seeking comfort and safety in his arms as much as warmth.
“You ready to go home?”
“Let’s walk a bit, let the cold air clear my head.” Dianna sighed and pulled her coat tighter.
“You’re freezing, and it’s getting darker. Let’s go somewhere warm.”
David slowed their pace, stopped, turned, and faced her. Dianna laid her head against his chest; the leather of his gloves tangled in her hair at his fumbled attempt to caress.
She tilted her head up, and on tiptoes, their lips touched. Her kiss was all the forgiveness, and encouragement he needed. Before she could pull back, David crushed her to him with longing and desire he pushed aside the outside cold. Her cheeks flushed to a bright pink, and a heat rose up inside Dianna that left her swaying slightly when David set her feet on the ground.
David’s wet kiss forever mingled in her mind with the scent of leather, musk, autumn leaves, and smoke from nearby chimneys on a cold evening.
Dianna lifted her eyes to his, and slowly smiled. She laced her fingers through David’s, and with a tug, they started up the path toward her car.
“I’m ready, let’s hurry home.”