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Random 5 – A Key
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“Cheers.”
Another nod. Their glasses met. One more smile.
“It looks like you’re all set.”
“I am.” She confirmed simply though softly.
Each took a sip.
“As delicious as I remember.”
Bette swirled the contents then took a mouthful. “That’s the last one.”
“I thought we had finished all of it actually.”
“No…well we agreed to save it remember?” Bette looked away, wistfully remembering the most recent birthday celebrated which was also the last time they shared this particular vintage.
It had been a gorgeous day. Blue skies with a refreshing breeze. It was a shame she spent most of it locked in a conference room with artists showcasing their work and hoping for her words of favor.
“Outside?” There was still enough of the day left to enjoy along with the red wine that evoked wonderful memories.
"Sure."
They moved as one, steps light and resolute. The women sat facing the garden. It was a beautiful day still with freshness in the air which was characteristic of that time of year. Although soon enough the light would recede and darkness would claim their view.
“Is Shane home? Do you know?”
“She was but left about an hour and a half ago.”
They drank. The surrounding quiet was enjoyable and peaceful.
Tina pointed ahead to a middle aged tree, “not too many visitors this year.”
“Hmm…no although I think that’s the same little guy from last time.”
The younger woman looked at Bette with laughter on her lips. “Bette how on earth can you tell that’s the bird from a year ago?”
“I can tell.” The certainty in her voice almost convinced Tina. Her careful and regarded eye as curator and art lover fueled confidence in the statement.
Bette gestured an offer of more wine which Tina readily accepted.
“How was work?” the blonde asked while Bette filled her own glass.
The brunette smirked a little, “It was work.”
“No Philistines to put in harm’s way?”
Bette laughed heartily. “I didn’t say that!”
“You certainly never have,” Tina laughed too.
“And you?”
“What,” the younger woman who was slouched comfortably answered and questioned, “you mean work?”
Bette nodded.
Tina deliberated the question. “It’s,” she grinned “…work.”
The blithe moment was welcome. There had been too much weight in every word and action for a while eventually proving tiresome to both.
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Bummer, Tina should return and pick up her key.
What fairylight said.
Bags, a bird, a key. You didn’t tell us anything and yet told us everything. 3 pages of tangent and restraint, and you manage to turn my heart into water.
You write so well…beautifully written indeed…will you be continuing your “settlement” story?
This made me sad… but I really loved reading it. thanks
Heartbreaking but a good read. Thanks for these random posts, lwordid. I sure hope your heart is not broken and pumping nicely. Cheers. =)
So very sad. Beautiful! Thank you.
beautiful but sad
You write atmosphere so well, from the sense of foreboding in the first line through to the sad resignation of the last. First-rate fiction here. I hope, with mightymouse, that all is well with you.