Wednesday, February 01, 2017

Planted Seedling: Day 1

Word Count: 6,030

Summary of Events:
After finishing chores Brandt was invited to a community Canada Day picnic by his best friend, Brandon, who even gave him a ride to it, and while he was waiting in line for lunch saw a particularly beautiful girl who seemed to have disappeared into thin air . . .

Excerpt of the Day:
"Brandt followed Brandon without a word and joined the line. He was somewhat surprised at how disappointed he was that he couldn't find her, and he was wishing he would've run up to her and asked her name or something so that finding her would've been easier.
The line to the candy booth was thankfully rather short and Brandt was soon at the counter. He looked up and froze. He'd found her.
Seeing her from the front, she was even more beautiful, with clear blue eyes, and she looked prettier without the hat on too. She looked more shapely from the front even, and had a small, shy, but kind smile on her face.
It faded into a bit of a frown. Her mouth moved but Brandt heard nothing.
"Earth to Remy," Brandon said.
Brandt snapped his fist out and hit Brandon in the upper arm, prompting a shout of pain.
"May I help you?" she asked, looking at him earnestly.
Brandt nodded.
"So what would you like?" she asked.
"Your cell phone number," Brandt replied.
"It's not for sale," she said flatly, a somewhat dead expression coming over her face.
Brandt felt a twist in his stomach and broke his gaze with her. He had a feeling he'd messed up, and rather royally too. He looked around at the boxes of candy filling the shelves, and then over at the whiteboard that advertised pop and ice cream.
"I guess I'll have a Revel then," he said quietly.
She turned to the small chest freezer under the whiteboard and removed the white paper-wrapped treat, accepting his twoonie for it and then turning her attention to a group of preteen girls who were eagerly looking at the selection.
"Good night Brandt," Brandon muttered, still holding his arm, a can of Root Beer in the same hand. "You've got a heck of a slug."
"That's what you get for calling me Remy," Brant muttered.
"What does it take to keep you happy?" Brandon asked.
Brandt shrugged.
"That was her, though, wasn't it?" Brandon asked.
"Yeah," Brandt replied.
"She must've said no," Brandon said.
"Not verbally, but physically," Brandt replied.
"I know who she is, though," Brandon said. "And, not that it's going to help the glum mood any, but I've got some bad news."
"She's taken," Brandt said.
"No, actually," Brandon replied.
"So then what could the bad news be?" Brandt asked.
"She's got standards that I know for a fact you won't meet," Brandon replied.
Brandt lowered himself down at the base of a weeping birch and sighed, taking a bite of his Revel.
Brandon sat down beside him and licked his Drumstick quietly.
"So what's her name?" Brandt asked.
"Lark Szekely," Brandon replied.
"So she's related to that pastor then," Brandt said.
"Granddaughter," Brandon replied.
"So she wants a church guy then," Brandt said.
"Yep," Brandon replied. "And knowing you, I have my doubts that'll ever happen."
Brandt sighed and took another bite."

Pronunciation:
Twoonie: tooknee

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