3 January 2012

Tuesday Tales - Kisses

Thank you to everyone who drops by to read my Tuesday Tale, and thank you to Jean Joachim for the opportunity to participate.
Today's prompt is 'Kisses'
“Suppose we talk things through rationally?” Rose Kiss cast an irritated look at her companion. “You come here today and tell me you are leaving tomorrow, to take up a new job on the other side of the country, and you want me to go with you?”

Ronald Blickling offered his famously charming smile and nodded.

“How long have you known about this move?”

“Three weeks.” A cautious frown replaced the smile now.

“I see, and in those weeks it never occurred to ask me in time for me to make the necessary arrangements for such a move?”

“What’s to arrange?” Genuine puzzlement filled his voice. “You live in a two-bit town, and have a two-bit job teaching kindergarten kids, and your flat is smaller than a basic rabbit hutch. What’s to arrange?”

Sunlight sparkled on the spring-green grass covering the valley hillsides. Dots of white, sheep, grazed peacefully. The hum of bees droned in the public flowerbed next to the solitary park bench. And unseen from her seat, friends went about their business, knowing her word was good and dependable.

And, she acknowledged, she wanted the same. For the first time since she first me Ronald, she realised she’d allowed his charming smile the glamour of his words and the emptiness of his promises lure her into thinking her really cared.

If he did, if he really wanted her to go with him, he’d have told of his new job, his intended move much earlier.

It galled her to realise she’d hitched her dreams to an illusion. He hadn’t deceived her. Not really. She’d revelled in his kisses, his promises of forever, of a shiny new tomorrow, and allowed herself to be carried away on a carpet of her own delusional dreams.

And she admitted, as she looked at the man beside her, she’d enjoyed the envious sighs of her friends when they saw the two of them together.

Next to her, Ronald looked at his watch. A big shiny gold watch, she noticed.

A replica?

Why had it taken a false invitation for the scales to fall away? That’s all Ronald was, a great big fat phoney, well not fat, she admitted, but still a phoney.

“Thank you, for the thought,” she didn’t even try for a genuine smile, polite was sufficient for ‘goodbye’. “I happen to like my two-bit town, and my two-bit job, and most of all I love my honest-to-goodness-down-to-earth-hundred-bit friends.” Standing now, her hands fisted on her hips, she stepped back studied his shock. That, she noted with grim satisfaction, was genuine.

“You don’t mean that? You’ll be sorry.” Hard as bullets, he shot the accusation at her.

“Oh, but I do! Thanks to your belated invitation, I know moving anywhere with you would be a wrong decision.”

She spun on her heel and walked away without a backward glance.

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Lindsay said...

Good for her

Karen said...

I would have done the same thing. Interesting to see her next move.

Jean said...

I love how you reveal the right answer for her slowly, logically. How she figures it out, what his late invitation really means and how she values her life. You sucked me right in, Sherry, with your beautiful writing. Well done, as always.

Sherry Gloag said...

LOL Lindsay :-) Thanks for coming by.

Sherry Gloag said...

Thanks for your thoughts Karen. not sure either, or even if there will be a next time for Rose.

Sherry Gloag said...

Thanks for your kind words jean, espepcially as this isn't the intended piece. I wrote that a while ago, but felt I had to let it go by as it was also part of Henri's story and it's out househunting right now.

Cecilia M. said...

Hey Sherry,

You do have a beautiful writing style, and I really enjoyed this excerpt. The descriptions are also well done. Loved it!

S.E said...

Very nice piece. I hate those phony guys too.