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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Detours: Part Two

“Wow! They are beautiful! Are these from your garden?”
“Some. Some from the fields behind our house. Last night, I couldn't’t resist them. Before I knew, I took pictures out there until I had no more light. Then, I thought. No. I need to take them to class.”

Ron had an armful of flowers when I picked him up at seven-o-five; I had to drop Carlie and Ryan at the YMCA since my husband was out of town. The Y opened and closed at seven. I left my children with another mom waiting in her car for the door to open.

I was late; and could do nothing to change that situation. In Los Angeles, you have to allow plenty of time to get places. Especially if your job did not have flexible hours. Most teachers begged their administrator for first-period preparation. It allowed some people to get in a bit late, and get away with it; and it allowed the rest of the teachers to cover the classes of the late-arrivals and make some extra money. Administrators made all kinds of check marks on our time sheets, indicating our lateness, absences, coverage required, coverage not required.

The flowers erased the doubts I had about Ron. His bringing armful of flowers to school didn’t feel unusual at all. Wildflowers, roses, lavender, daisies, statice, all spilled in the back seat as he deposited two bags and himself in the front.

Before I knew, I had been on the road for a good forty minutes. The time had just whizzed by. When I parked, the car smelled of roses and lavender, as he gathered his things.
“This will look great on your desk. “ He said as he handed me a small bouquet."
I put the flowers to my nose and breathed the fragrance deeply.

"What are you doing for lunch?" He asked.
"I eat my yogurt and correct papers in the classroom. The only time I have to myself."
Then I added, " I rush home, unless we have meetings.”
“I’ll be ready. If you change your mind about lunch, I found this wonderful..." I was at my door. Students were milling all over the place, and I didn't even hear his last comment.


Detours-- A short story in six parts. Written by Rosaria.
All characters and situations are fictional.
All rights reserved.

17 comments:

Suldog said...

I'm enjoying this immensely. More!

marc aurel said...

More! More!

Amy said...

How exciting! This reminds me of my sisters and I reading books to each other when we were young. A chapter a night and I couldn't wait until the next night to find out what was next!

A Woman Of No Importance said...

Enchanting, Rosaria - You are really drawing us in - Bless you, grazie...

An English Shepherd said...

The plot thickens...

Wizz :-)

Jennifer said...

Your installments are wonderfully intriguing. I did not see any reference -is this somewhat autobiographical?

david mcmahon said...

I've just read both parts of Detours. I'm hooked!

And thank you for your generous words on my blog today, too.

Kimbra Kasch said...

Detours - can be so interesting. . .

Lori ann said...

Great idea here Rosaria, you are talented in many ways. I had to catch up with the last post, I'm looking forward to the rest!
♥ lori

Beth said...

You are a story-tease! Bring on the rest!

Natalie said...

Well, lovely lady, it is about time you graced us with your 'other' writing. Love to you.xx♥

Kikit said...

Waiting for the next part again... :)

Tessa said...

Hmmm, was I wrong about Ron? Did I jump too fast to conclusions? Maybe this is not a dark, foreboding tale but instead it is a love story? Can't wait for more, lakeviewer, you have me spellbound!

Eddie Bluelights said...

Building up to something my radar is detecting!

Woman in a Window said...

OK, six parts. Onto three. (You bad thing for not listening to his comment...oh ya, fiction.)

Anonymous said...

Quick, I am on to the next part!

Feisty Crone said...

I love this story!