Tuesday Tales: From the Word EASY

Midway through August! Time is going by far too quickly! This week, the Authors of Tuesday Tales are basing our scenes on the word EASY. I’m continuing with my Christmas Romance Comedy, Naughty Rudolph.

“Doug didn’t call, did he?”

“No,” I swallowed the disappointment I’d felt. “That made following through with this easy. I thought he might send an invitation—I mean I would’ve paid my own flight, but he didn’t even send a handwritten card or an online message. I was copied on an e-card he send to at least fifty people, although the addresses were suppressed. I sent him a beautiful Christmas card. I even mentioned how much I missed him … I guess it was all in my head. I won’t make the same mistake again. I won’t give him a second chance even if he comes crawling on his belly with a ring the size of the Hope Diamond.” The loud speaker crackled and my flight was called. We stood, gathered our purses and my backpack, and headed to the door.

Once outside the lounge, Rachel hugged me before stepping back, her eyes bright with tears. She straightened her coat and pulled her purse up onto her shoulder.

“You go on this magical, mystery tour vacation and have the time of your life. Bask in the sun, sip sugary drinks, dance the night away, and forget all about Doug the slug. Call me as soon as you know what’s waiting for you in Winnipeg. Take lots of pictures and be prepared to give me all the details in January.”

I promised once more to stay in touch, waved at her, and turned toward the domestic gates. Winnipeg was just the first step. Miami, here I come.

Never having flown first class, I wasn’t prepared for the luxury that entailed. When I arrived at the gate, there were at least a hundred people waiting, and I groaned at the thought of jostling my way onto the plane. No such problem. Class 1 passengers boarded the plane before the other passengers. There were twelve seats in Business Class. Each seat had plenty of leg room. I had a window seat, and so far, no one was seated next to me, although I expected that to change. This part of the plane had a flight attendant to itself and a bathroom of its own. I was contemplating the luxury when the flight attendant came around with a tray of champagne and orange juice. There was enough room in the champagne glass—no plastic in here—to add the orange juice, which I did, making it simple version of a mimosa.

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