WELCOME TO TUESDAY TALES. I'M WRITING ANOTHER EPISODE OF THE RESCUED HEART TO THE WORD PROMPT "SHOE".
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“But
we need to rescue a pug from the pound. They’re gonna put him to sleep because
he’s old.”
He shook his head. “The judge said…”
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“Pegged
wrong?
How did you have me pegged?”
Rory glanced out the window.
“Guess I forget that sometimes.”
“Not today. Today you’re a hero. Right here, driver,” Rory said, leaning forward.
Rory
put a dish of fresh water down in front of Alfred. He drank.
“That’s
great. Give him water, so he can pee all over me on the way.”
“But he’s thirsty!”
“Bleeding heart…” he muttered.
“Can you say the same of Miss Thin Mints?” She stared at him.
“Why do you care if I’m engaged to Felicia? You hate me anyway…smug, creep that I am.”
“I don’t hate you,” Rory turned away to hide her blush.
He arched an eyebrow. “You give a damned good imitation of it.”
“How I feel about you doesn’t matter. We have a life to save.”
THE RESCUED HEART
Rory held the phone to her ear as she returned to the sofa.
“Wait, Bess, Hack's here,” she looked up at him.
“Wait, Bess, Hack's here,” she looked up at him.
“Remember this. The Pound.
Three-fourteen East Ninetieth. On our way.” She hung up the
phone and slipped on her shoes as Hack approached the computer chair.
“Don’t bother. We have to go to…that address I just gave you?” Hack repeated it verbatim.
“I have to be here and only here. According to the judge.”
“Don’t bother. We have to go to…that address I just gave you?” Hack repeated it verbatim.
“I have to be here and only here. According to the judge.”
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“But
we need to rescue a pug from the pound. They’re gonna put him to sleep because
he’s old.”
Tears
filled Rory’s eyes.
“You call yourself a vet and yet you’re going to let a pug die because you don’t want to be... inconvenienced?”
“You call yourself a vet and yet you’re going to let a pug die because you don’t want to be... inconvenienced?”
He
stared at her as tears cascaded down her face.
“Fuck it. Let’s go. Don’t tell the judge, okay?”
“We’ll take the train.”
“A cab... on me.” He held the door for Rory.
“For a minute, I thought I’d pegged you wrong,” she said, in the cab, drying her eyes with his handkerchief.
“Fuck it. Let’s go. Don’t tell the judge, okay?”
“We’ll take the train.”
“A cab... on me.” He held the door for Rory.
“For a minute, I thought I’d pegged you wrong,” she said, in the cab, drying her eyes with his handkerchief.
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How did you have me pegged?”
Rory glanced out the window.
“As a nice guy.
A guy who cared. Underneath all that arrogant, self-satisfied crap might actually be a guy who gave a damn about others. Otherwise, why would you be a vet?”
Hack
looked at his hands. She glanced at him and saw color in his face.A guy who cared. Underneath all that arrogant, self-satisfied crap might actually be a guy who gave a damn about others. Otherwise, why would you be a vet?”
“Guess I forget that sometimes.”
“Not today. Today you’re a hero. Right here, driver,” Rory said, leaning forward.
****
Back in Rory's apartment.
She held the door while Hack carried Alfred inside. He laid the small pug on the floor.
“He needs to have his nails clipped. He’s filthy, flea-infested, and looks like he’s coming down with something. His nose is running. I’d better take him to the clinic. Don’t want Baxter to get sick, too.”
She held the door while Hack carried Alfred inside. He laid the small pug on the floor.
“He needs to have his nails clipped. He’s filthy, flea-infested, and looks like he’s coming down with something. His nose is running. I’d better take him to the clinic. Don’t want Baxter to get sick, too.”
Rory
nodded.
“Of course, I’m still your slave for another hour and a half.”
“I give you my blessing to take him to the clinic.”
“Of course, I’m still your slave for another hour and a half.”
“I give you my blessing to take him to the clinic.”
Rory
put a dish of fresh water down in front of Alfred. He drank.“But he’s thirsty!”
“Bleeding heart…” he muttered.
“Can you say the same of Miss Thin Mints?” She stared at him.
“Why do you care if I’m engaged to Felicia? You hate me anyway…smug, creep that I am.”
“I don’t hate you,” Rory turned away to hide her blush.
He arched an eyebrow. “You give a damned good imitation of it.”
“How I feel about you doesn’t matter. We have a life to save.”
11 comments:
Awwww, lucky pug!
I'm getting attached to the dynamics between these two.
Wonderful scene between these two, again.
(Love the expression on Alfie's face!)
another great instalment ... love the expresssion Miss Thin Mints ...
Miss Thin Mints. Another classic. I do love these two!
Awww...such a great scene. She is sooo falling for him. I can't wai to see more of these two :)
You come up with the best lines. Miss Thin Mints! I love this story between these two. And I love the way the Pug is the supporting character.
It's great to see that Hack is sort of human.
Love all the skinny references you keep coming up with.
I love how you illustrate your posts..
Bless the little Pug.. So glad they rescued him..xx
Miss Thin Mints - that's awesome! I love the chemistry between these two. It makes it so much fun to read! Now if they would just figure out how much they like each other... :)
Love the names. Lol great writing
Love how this is turning out.
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