It’s flash fiction week on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop and I’m loving it! Hope you’ve already visited A.S. Fenichel who posed this week’s prompt beginning with the opening line:
Nothing more than a yellow house on the edge of town, but her emotions jumbled whenever she drove by.
The small cottage sat across the road from the beach house where Jo Mercer grew up. Always in a bit of disrepair, the buttery stucco one story had been a cheap rental for vacationers in season.
Jo never forgot the day her Dad marched over with her brother and she in tow to help a young woman and her son unload a multitude of belongings from a banana colored station wagon. As a county firefighter, their Dad had always helped everyone without devised intention, but she’d clung to hope he’d eventually be interested in finding her and Bobby a new mother.
The woman had smiled and waved at their approach, her saffron colored scarf fluttering in the spring breeze. The sandy haired boy had just taken a box inside and returned from house as their parents made introductions. His ice blue eyes had narrowed a bit and concerned etched his brows. Instantly, she knew and connected with the pain of being abandoned by parent.
Like Dad, Bobby had never met a stranger and stepped up to the boy. “Hi, I’m Bobby and this is my sister Jo.”
“Ray,” he’d replied, extending a hand to her and then her brother. Such an unlikely gesture for a boy who turned out to be only three years older than she.
“Do you like to surf?” She’d asked hoping have Bobby and she might cultivate a friend longer than the weekly vacationers.
“I’d like to learn.”
Struck by his gentle smile and mesmerizing gaze, her eight year old heart fluttered. For a self-professed tomboy the moment took her by surprise.
“We’ll help you get these boxes inside and then hit high tide.” Bobby had leaned into back of the open station wagon and grabbed a box. She had followed suit and soon they were on boards riding waves for the next ten years.
She’d kept her feeling for him buried deep, becoming his surf buddy but nothing more. He’d move out of the little buttercream cottage after he’d graduated high school and then left for Iraq after she jetted to California on a surfing scholarship.
No other boy or man had ever compared to Ray. They’d stayed in touch, but it’d been five years since she’d laid eyes on him. Returning to her home town with dreams of what might have been or what might could be, she slowed her truck and felt the tug of her heart at the sight of the little yellow cottage.
I created this little short as a backstory to intro my novel, Hot as Blazes which takes place in the seaside town of Nags Head. where there quite a few yellow houses.
Please check out Leslie Hachtel following me on the hop this week. Hope you’ll check out her story for the yellow house. I love it when we do flash fiction!
2 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Yellow House – Romance Writers Weekly”
Oh I definitely want to read Hot As Blazes!! This was a great intro!
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Thanks Jenna. It will will be going on sale on 5/28 for $.99.