Welcome to another Tuesday Tales selection. We are continuing with Maggie's Story today. Oh, that John. What a rascal! This week we have a picture prompt and a limit of only 300 words.
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John brought the empty cocktail glasses into the kitchen.
“That looks like enough food for an army,” he said.
“Missus said if I made dinner ahead, I could have tomorrow night off.” Maggie wiped the sweat off her forehead with a paper towel.
“Hot date?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“You think I’m sleeping with you and dating someone else, too?”
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
Her eyes watered. “It’s me birthday. I just wanted to have the night off. Maybe go to a movie or something. Sit in the café and have a coffee?”
She rested her hands on her hips and surveyed the four bubbling pots. “Run along, darlin’. I got work to do.”
After cleaning up from dinner, she crawled into bed at eight, exhausted. Sleep came quickly.
Late afternoon, as Maggie rode the elevator, a deep sigh surfaced. She was all alone on her birthday. Feeling sorry for herself, she counted her cash. Twenty dollars –not enough for a meal and a glass of wine.
On the corner, someone came up behind her.
“Stick ‘em up, lady,” came a rough voice as something hard poked her in the back. She raised her hands.
“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I’ll give you my money.”
“Gotcha!” She turned around to find John laughing hysterically. She smacked his shoulder.
“John Eldridge! You dirty so-and-so. You scared me to death.”
“The tone of your voice. What a hoot! My finger was my ‘gun’.”
She frowned at him and folded her arms across her chest. “What’re you doin’ out?”
“Mister owed me some time.”
John took her elbow. “I’m takin’ you to a birthday dinner. Right down the street. See the sign? Can’t let my best girl buy her own dinner on her birthday, can I?”