Here’s my twist on yesterday’s Daily Post’s prompt: Flavourful.
Lola Tracy
She listened with half an ear to what Simone was saying, something about the next PTA fundraiser. Their footsteps rang loudly in the deserted hallway, decorated in fall colours, fat pumpkin stickers stuck on almost every surface. It was getting late.
Her attention caught on what the other woman said, “No, no. If Nancy Peters comes anywhere near me … let’s just say it won’t be good.”
“Be reasonable, she’s a carpenter and she’s offered to set up the stands for free. We need the help, Lola.”
She sucked on a tooth and looked Simone in the eyes.
“I am not going to budge on this,” Simone said.
Hearing the steel in her voice Lola shrugged and said nothing, feeling the twinges of an approaching migraine. They were on their way out passing one of the smaller classes when they both noticed movement inside and backtracked to investigate.
They walked in to find a woman bent over picking something off the ground. She looked up at them with the biggest brown eyes Lola’s ever seen. She straightened and smiled, a pair of charming dimples making an appearance. Her curvy frame was haloed by the waning sunlight and looked the image of a harvest goddess in a pretty sunflower dress.
Writing by Moonlight 