Fall is definitely here with cooler nights, mornings with frost on rooftops, and darker, rainier days. It’s the perfect weather to cuddle up with a book or read one being written scene by scene. This week, the authors at Tuesday Tales invite you to comment on their posts written to the word prompt BROWN. I’m continuing with my romantasy, The Bonds of Time. Enjoy!
“I’m going that way,” a man in his late forties or early fifties answered. He wore an old brown tweed jacket, and a matching flat cap, the kind often worn when men outgrew ballcaps and their scalps were visible through thinning hair. He’d been standing next to the window discussing football teams with the stationmaster. His amber-brown eyes betrayed a quick mind as well as curiosity. “I live in Dolmens and I’m on me way home. I’d be happy to give you a lift. Howard here,” he indicated the man behind the counter, “Can vouch for my character, although I don’t know who’ll vouch for his.”
“Get away with you, Colin. If you weren’t me own brother-in law, I’d warn the lass away from you.” The ticket agent shook his head. “Best take Colin here up on his offer. Believe me, he’s safe enough, and that wreck he calls an automobile will get you where you want to go.” He laughed.
Sam swallowed and nodded, not certain she should trust either of them, the strange words from the note filling her head once more.
“I’ll have you know that’s a classic and runs better than any newfangled car made today.”
“I appreciate the offer, sir, but I wouldn’t want to bother you in any way. Perhaps there’s a bus or a taxi?” She prayed she sounded hopeful and not terrified.
“Not at this time of year, love,” Howard answered. “Bus only comes early in the morning now, and the only taxi that’ll take you to Dolmens is in the shop with a bug in its bonnet. Not sure if Mary’s got any rooms left to rent, but if she does, she’s just down the street and you could get the bus in the morning.”
Damn! Another bad decision. Had she let Nathan know she was coming, he could’ve sent a car, but she’d wanted to surprise him. It looked as if the one surprised would be her.
“I’m sure Mary’s inn is lovely, but I would like to get there today.” She turned to Colin. “If you’re sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I’ll take you up on your offer. I’ll gladly pay you for your services.”
The man nodded and smiled disarmingly. “Now, why would you be doing that? I have to go home anyway, so I might as well have company.” He indicated her three large cases and knapsack. “Yours?” She nodded. “The fit might be a tight one, but that’s me car over there.” He pointed to an old, black Morris. “Just make yourself comfortable in the front while I see to your things.”
She stared at the car unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Good grief! It had to be older than she was.
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