Thanks, Rochelle, for Friday Fictioneers! 🙂
Lavender lemonade. Cutting crusts from tiny cucumber and cress sandwiches. Sean might as well hand in his man-card. However, he enjoyed spearing toothpicks through pimento slices and stabbing the petite sandwiches with them. Fun stuff that.
Tara beamed when she entered the kitchen.
“En garde!” he said twirling a toothpick.
As he pulled her to him, the doorbell rang.
“Let the tittering commence.”
“Be good, Sean.”
His mother-in-law’s grating voice boomed.
Weeks ago, delighting in their separation, she’d said, “He’s a good-for-nothing lout.”
Ah, well. She wouldn’t win this one. Not if he could help it.