A Summer’s Day #ThursdayDoors #StoryADay 17

Julie of Story A Day prompts us today to write a prose sonnet: a 14-line story. The Shakespearian style is more storierer, so I’ll try that. This is also Thursday Doors, so I have a picture of a door to go with the story.

Story A Day

A Summer’s Day

by Marian Allen

She didn’t know why she was hurrying; Angelique was always late. She slowed down. It wasn’t really hot — not for summer — but just feeling rushed raised her body temperature out of all proportion.

She stopped, pretending to look for something in her purse while she took a few deep, calming breaths.

Somewhere in Corydon. Not a tea shop. Lights for Joey.

The tea shop was air-conditioned, of course, and she shivered as the chill struck her overheated body. More refreshing than the cool air was the lack of coffee aroma. Neither she nor Angelique could bear the taste of coffee, and even the smell of it was vaguely nauseating – worse than burning tobacco to an ex-smoker. She knew: She and Angelique had met in the smoking lounge at work, back before retirement, back when there were smoking lounges.

She had only had a piece of toast that morning, knowing she and Angelique would have a scone. Now her stomach rumbled and her head began to ache.

She ordered two English Breakfast teas, strong, and sat at a nearby table to wait for the tea and for Angelique. Three minutes seemed an eternity, but Angelique still didn’t come; what if her tea came and she didn’t, and it got cold?

As always, Angelique breezed in just as the tea was up, exchanged an air kiss with her, and led the way to “their” table, chattering the whole time.

Now for a moment in the washroom while the tea cooled enough to drink, two Tylenol, and her pleasant day’s outing could begin.


I think that’s kind of sad. Don’t you think that’s kind of sad?

Thursday Doors is hosted by Norm Frampton, photographer extraordinaire. Visit his site, enjoy his photographs, click on the blue frog link, and enter a world of doors.

MY PROMPTS TODAY: Write a story in 14 sentences. Tylenol, tea, a washroom. Opposite of meetings with my late friend, Jane.

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “A Summer’s Day #ThursdayDoors #StoryADay 17

  1. Dan Antion

    May 17, 2018 at 11:42am

    Very good job of wrapping a story around a door – I’ll slide you a couple hundred bonus points today (red door, lights for joey)

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  2. janet

    May 17, 2018 at 1:08pm

    I like the color combination of door and walls, Marian. I drink tea, but I l love the smell of coffee. 🙂


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  3. Norm 2.0

    May 17, 2018 at 4:41pm

    “Lights for Joey” and really nice ones at that. Well done 😀

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  4. joey

    May 27, 2018 at 9:47pm

    Sad these women don’t like coffee, or at least the smell of coffee. Pffft. I personally love the smell of tobacco as it burns, but the stale odor of smoke is truly nauseating.
    I dunno, guess it’s good they have one another. (Cause I can’t hang, lol)

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      Marian Allen

      May 28, 2018 at 7:30am

      Yeah, these ladies are like the opposite of Jane and me. I love the smell of fresh tobacco, too! but that old smoke and old ashes — yuck! That’s partly why I quit smoking.

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