Whew. I'm coming off a really long week but I did have time to watch Defiance and Dominion. And if all goes well, I'll be watching The Last Ship tonight.
Tonight's post is from A Nice Gesture, a short story where something nice makes all the difference in the world.
Here's the tagline:
Marah Timm and Teague McCallister work at Humpberry Farms for their summer break. Marah is prickly and standoffish, but Teague recognizes the lonely soul in need of a nice gesture.
And a snippety peek…
Marah entered the small cabin and stopped short. A complete dinner sat atop the table, steam still wafting from the dishes. She glanced around, making certain she'd entered the correct house. Her jacket hung on the peg shelf by the door and her knitting basket rested beside the rocking chair.
Her mouth gaped open. "Who the hell would cook me dinner?"
A throat cleared behind her and Teague hovered outside the door.
Marah's eyes widened. "You? You did this?" She looked around the small space. "Why?"
Teague smiled, a sad one. "Because everyone deserves something special on their birthday… even if they don't want it."
Oddly touched, Marah glanced over her shoulder again. "Um, thanks."
Teague nodded and stepped away from the door.
Marah hurried over, reached out, and grabbed his hand. "Stay. Please. I'd like the company and couldn't eat everything by myself anyway." She tugged him forward, into the cabin.
Teague cocked his head to the side. "You're sure?"
Marah chuckled. She didn't blame him for being confused. She had been a raving madwoman all week.
She pulled out a chair. "Yeah. I swear I won't try to poison the food while we eat."
Teague laughed and made his way around the table, settling in across from her. "In that case, I'll be happy to join you."
Yes… there's a story behind the poisoning the food comment she makes. J
That's it for this week. Happy reading.