Jillian Chantal

This week’s word prompt for Tuesday Tales is candy. I am still sharing my story called Reunion about a woman attending her 20th high school reunion.  Be sure to check out the other tales here.

The next evening as Renee got dressed for her date with Duncan, she thought about how they’d left it the night before. She’d wanted him to kiss her so badly she thought she would burst but he didn’t. Even though she stood close to him beside her car, he didn’t make a move. It would’ve been so easy for him to reach out and take her in his arms but he didn’t. She sure hoped things changed tonight but then, as she pulled the black and green swirled pattern knit dress over her head, she realized it would probably be best if he didn’t kiss her after all. He’d be going back to Georgia after the weekend and be gone from her life again.

Thinking about kisses, she idly grabbed a piece of spearmint candy from the dish on the top of her dresser and popped it in her mouth

One small kiss from him would be something to cherish. Something to get her through the years to come like that one last time she’d seen him at Mardi Gras. She’d thought of that day so many times over the years and how she’d stood in the background drinking in the sight of him. Even though he was married and she was still not over the rape. It was enough to merely see him.

Her phone rang.

Recognizing the number as Margie’s, Renee slid the phone on. “You looked like you were having a great time last night out there on the dance floor.”

“It was a lot of fun. Heck, I even got in a dance with Mark Stone. Can you believe it?”

“And how was that? Was it a slow one?”

“No, but I’m hoping for that tonight.” Margie giggled. “I feel giddy and excited. Like I’m seventeen again.”

“Sometimes I think we’re all still seventeen. Here we both are, almost thirty-eight and still wanting to be with the first man we ever loved.” Renee sat on the bed and buckled on her black flats with the crossed straps. “Maybe that first love is the deepest.”

“Weird, huh? We both married someone else but here we are, aren’t we?” Margie laughed. “At least your marriage didn’t end in divorce.”

“Both Brad’s parents and I, as well as Megan, would prefer he was still alive even if he and I weren’t together.”

“I know that.” Margie coughed. “And I know you’d never have ended that marriage since he was so important to your recovery.”