Welcome back! It's picture prompt day on Tuesday Tales. And we are limited to 300 words. Here's another installment of my WIP
The Scent of Love
Jory eased herself into a seat at the big table in the library. Since her sister had turned over letter writing duties to her, she had come here to do it in privacy. With reporters coming in and out and the publisher breathing down her neck, Jory couldn’t express herself honestly.
Bryce had crept into her life letter by letter, almost unnoticed. He started as another burden, a responsibility she took over from her sister. Before long, polite chatter had become more personal. Bryce hinted at his life dreams as did Jory. They danced around the things that mattered most to them. Jory took a deep breath, deciding to be the first to confess.
I never wanted to stay in this dusty little town. After college, I wanted
to go to Paris and write like, Hemingway and Fitzgerald. And maybe drink too much and have affairs with gorgeously, devastating rakes. But my parents died in a car crash and I had to take care of my little sister. Now I can’t leave. But someday I’m going to do something more. What’s your dream? Do you want to stay in the military and become a general?
“This is where you’re hiding out,” a male voice said. Jory looked up into the frowning face of George Barton.
“What do you want?” She squinted.
“Writin’ a letter?”
“None of your business.”
"You’re my girlfriend. That makes it my business.”
“Don’t pretend to be tough, George. This isn’t about you.” Jory looked down.
“I didn’t mean to make you mad. It’s Wednesday. Burger and beer night.” He looked at his feet. Jory sighed. She folded the paper and put it in her purse. “Let’s go.” He fell into step with her as they headed to the parking lot.