Tuesday Tales: From the Word THRUST

Welcome to August and this week’s Tuesday Tales. I’m a day early posting because this is a holiday in Ontario and I’m doing some touristy stuff. Our authors are incorporating the word THRUST into their scenes this week. I’m continuing with my Christmas Romance Comedy, Naughty Rudolph. Enjoy!

I shook my head, refusing to give into my discomfort although I’d asked myself the same thing. It was the reason why I was wearing jeans and running shoes along with a Christmas sweatshirt. Make my Christmas Merry wasn’t too obnoxious a saying—at least it was better than some of the others I’d seen. I’d added my ugly Christmas sweater to my suitcase, but since I didn’t know what the Christmas activities involved, I might not need it. Still, it was always best to be prepared. It might be the only good thing to come out of my five years with Doug.

I shrugged as we walked over to the Maple Leaf Lounge, one of the perks that came with flying Business Class. Since Rachel’s brother-in-law, Max, was in charge of security, he’d let her come this far with me.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Rachel, but I’m looking at this as the beginning of a new chapter in my life. My luck has changed. You’ll see.”

I showed my ticket to the attendant dressed in the familiar red, white, and blue worn by Air Canada staff, and Rachel showed her the pass Max had given her.

“Welcome to the Maple Leaf Lounge. Help yourself to whatever you would like.” She indicated the door on her left. “Your flight and gate number will be announced over the P A system in plenty of time for you to get there. Enjoy the amenities. If there’s anything you would like that you don’t see, just ask the hostess inside.”

I nodded my thanks and Rachel, desperate for coffee, thrust me through the doors and into the lounge. She made a beeline for the coffee machine. I followed at a more leisurely pace and poured myself a mugful, added sweetener and cream, while she added enough sugar to her black coffee to send a diabetic into shock.

“This isn’t so bad, right?” I indicated the spacious lounge and sauntered over to a counter covered in breakfast pastries. I grabbed a cinnamon roll. “The instructions with the tickets indicated that I would be met at the airport and transportation to Miami would be provided from there. Maybe the rest of the journey is by private plane. I never did find out who was sponsoring the event. It must’ve been in the fine print—”

“But did you read it?”

“Not exactly.”

Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.