Jillian Chantal

This week on Tuesday Tales, we’re all writing to picture prompts- I’m still working on my Christmas tale and chose a holiday themed photo.

Please be sure to check out the other tales and see what picture each author chose and how they used in in their story. Link to Tuesday Tales site.

He smacked his hand on his thigh. “Darn. I was hoping she was complimenting you on the lovely flowers and decorations at the church.”
Candace laughed. “You are naive if you thought that for a second. That woman never complimented anyone in her life unless there was something in it for her.”
“And neither has your mother.”
“I don’t disagree with that.” Candace shivered.
“I know it’s cold.” Hank glanced backward. “And much as I’d like to continue this conversation, I have obligations and need to get back to the reception.” He touched her lightly on the hand. “I know tomorrow is Christmas Eve, but can I come by your place in the morning to talk for a bit?”
She nodded. So much for not risking her heart. The treacherous thing was already hoping he wanted to see her to discuss a future together. “That’ll be fine. Say around nine? That’ll be late enough for you to recover from any hangover.”
“I’m not drinking.” He smiled. “Nine works. I’ll see you then and bring bagels.” Tilting his head toward the building they just left, he added, “unless I can talk you into coming back inside.”
“It’s best if I head home. Trust me on this.”
“I do. You know best when your mother is on a rampage. I’ll be interested to hear what she’s mad at you about this time.”
“Then I’ll see you in the morning.” Candace turned and hurried to her car. She didn’t need one more person interfering with her movements tonight.
All she wanted to do was be home in her own living room, in front of her Christmas tree with the lights shining out onto the snow and cozy inside. And to have a good cry over a ruined evening.