Drabble Challenge #12 Entry
Title: That Summer
Rating: PG/K+ (Suggestion, but nothing more)
Summary: Susan takes solace in someone completely different.
A/N: Okay. So, yes, I know, this piece has nothing to do with the prompt but as I was having trouble with the 'music' thing and nothing was coming to me and here it is Sunday night, I figured since this was loosely based on and inspired by a song (That Summer, Garth Brooks) it would work! Maybe... kinda... sorta...
She married a rich banker from New York. He bought her a mansion, a car, the most beautiful clothes in the world. But most importantly, he loved her. For three years he loved her. Then he was gone. Cancer, they said. She was wealthy and alone and she could live with that because it was better than poor and alone like she had been before. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into years until she had spent ten years alone in that big, big house on the hill removed from the twittering world below, so without him.
So she hired a chauffeur to drive that big, big car with her inside around the town. To take her shopping, out to restaurants, to the theater. To give her back a life and put her back in the world, off that blasted hill. She was only thirty-five, not very old at all, if you didn’t count all those extra years she carried inside, but she wasn’t going to think about that. It was all she’d thought about for ten years, that and her wonderful husband’s wonderful face.
The chauffeur was young, very young, far too young, and he was so very handsome. Short, light hair and baby blue eyes; they couldn’t have been more different. She didn’t know who she was comparing him to, because he’d had almost black hair and her dearly beloved had had red so really it could be either. She had been kind to the boy, friendly even, and had invited him up for tea. Then it was lunch and then it was dinner and then she was aching, hungry, her fingertips tingled. He was young, certainly, but not naïve, not to what she wanted, anyway. Then he was there for breakfast and he drove her around all summer, until he had to go back to university, drove her crazy.
She never saw him again, but she always remembered him, right up until the day she died and she walked back into his arms once more.
Rating: PG/K+ (Suggestion, but nothing more)
Summary: Susan takes solace in someone completely different.
A/N: Okay. So, yes, I know, this piece has nothing to do with the prompt but as I was having trouble with the 'music' thing and nothing was coming to me and here it is Sunday night, I figured since this was loosely based on and inspired by a song (That Summer, Garth Brooks) it would work! Maybe... kinda... sorta...
She married a rich banker from New York. He bought her a mansion, a car, the most beautiful clothes in the world. But most importantly, he loved her. For three years he loved her. Then he was gone. Cancer, they said. She was wealthy and alone and she could live with that because it was better than poor and alone like she had been before. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into years until she had spent ten years alone in that big, big house on the hill removed from the twittering world below, so without him.
So she hired a chauffeur to drive that big, big car with her inside around the town. To take her shopping, out to restaurants, to the theater. To give her back a life and put her back in the world, off that blasted hill. She was only thirty-five, not very old at all, if you didn’t count all those extra years she carried inside, but she wasn’t going to think about that. It was all she’d thought about for ten years, that and her wonderful husband’s wonderful face.
The chauffeur was young, very young, far too young, and he was so very handsome. Short, light hair and baby blue eyes; they couldn’t have been more different. She didn’t know who she was comparing him to, because he’d had almost black hair and her dearly beloved had had red so really it could be either. She had been kind to the boy, friendly even, and had invited him up for tea. Then it was lunch and then it was dinner and then she was aching, hungry, her fingertips tingled. He was young, certainly, but not naïve, not to what she wanted, anyway. Then he was there for breakfast and he drove her around all summer, until he had to go back to university, drove her crazy.
She never saw him again, but she always remembered him, right up until the day she died and she walked back into his arms once more.