Ficlets

Man, was that an awkward car ride. I mean, what was I supposed to say? “Sorry I ditched you in high school cause your grandma scared the heebies out of me. And I’m only in the car now on a 7 hour road trip cause you’re freaking gorgeous, and I have a thing for brunettes.” So I’m not the king of great things to say.

My eyes strayed from the overnight bag in my lap to the delicate waves and curls of her hair, following the chestnut waterfall down around her shoulders to…Eyes on the road! Eyes on the road! She already thinks you’re a chicken, so let’s keep pervert in question for the time being.

“You’ve grown,” she said in what sounded like an attempt at friendly. For the first time I wondered how she’d felt about being sent to fetch me.

“10 years will do that.” Dangit, why was I being sarcastic?

Thankfully she smiled when she said, “But still a smartmouth.”

“You’ve, uh, grown too.” Eyes on the road!

“Yes, time…” Her voice trailed off. I wished for all the world I could have read her face.