Saturday, December 29, 2012

Out the Other Side

As it turned out, Eugenia had enough time to relive every moment spent with the inventor of the bubble, and quite a lot of time left over to imagine their next meeting. And the one after that. His bubble may have saved her from a watery grave, but it took its own sweet time delivering her back to dry land. But deliver her it did, and she reckoned that she'd used the time pleasantly enough.

Still and all, she wasn't above teasing him a bit when they finally did meet up again; she couldn't help asking if there were other things about him that were designed to take just as long. The look he gave her told her that there just might be a thing or two; good thing Bronwyn wasn't anywhere around or she'd never hear the end of it.

He handed her a box with a sly smile, saying how much he appreciated her testing his bubble (and not breaking it), and wondering out loud if she'd ever thought about venturing into a hotter sphere. She briefly considered throwing the box at him, unopened, but remembering how well his bubble had worked, and, given that her Flights of Fancy had been mighty erratic lately, she decided to keep it.

Slipping the ring on her finger she looked up at him and said, "Can you guarantee that things will heat up if I wear it?"

If you'd like to read the previous adventures of Eugenia, check out Flight of Fancy and Time and Tides.

© 2012 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Surfer Girl

Jenna twisted her hair into a knot and tied it back, out of her eyes. Ends stuck out at odd angles, but she couldn't be bothered with that; as long as it couldn't get in her face, she was happy. Her hair was waist length, blonde, and full of split ends, but it suited her. It was easy, and she liked things like hair to be easy.

She kicked off her flip flops, stripped off her jeans and t-shirt and pulled on her wetsuit. Waving to friends who were just arriving, she picked up her board and walked toward the ocean, leaving her stuff in a pile on the sand. It would be there when she got back; it always was, and if someone needed those jeans enough to take them, that was okay, too.

She waded in, dropped her board, and paddled out to wait for a wave.

© 2012 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel focal bead by Lisa Peters ART.