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This week’s word prompt is “picnic”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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The cool blast of air conditioning hit Morgan like a freight train. It really wasn’t warm enough outside to warrant it. She glanced around the store to notice nothing had changed. It was your stereotypical small town cafe, nothing like what she was used to in the city. This was the type of place that attracted tourists that were antique shopping or hitting the local farmers market. She wouldn’t hear a local musician or poet perform there.
She kind of missed that sort of thing.
The rustle of fabric shook Morgan from her thoughts. Aunt Sally, as the townsfolk called her, shuffled out from the back room. Her long skirt was covered with an apron that wrapped around her neck and waist. She wore a ruffled blouse to compliment it. Her graying auburn hair was tied up in a floofy bun. She dressed to match her shop which paid off for her. The moment for tourists to step back in time to the good old days earned her generous tips.
Sally beamed as she turned to Rhett. “Rhett, it’s so good to see you. I heard you were back in town and wondered why you hadn’t stopped in for your usual scoop of strawberry ice cream.”
Rhett shoulders slumped a little. He looked like a little kid as he answered. “Just slipped my mind, Miss Sally. I’ve had a lot on my plate lately.”
“I heard you were hurt overseas. I am so glad you are okay now. I appreciate all that you have done for your country.”
Morgan could feel Rhett bristle beside her. He must have forgotten that he still had her hand in his. His fingers clenched almost painfully around hers as if he were trying to form a fist. He wasn’t okay, not by a long shot. It broke Morgan’s heart that no one could see that.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he replied, his words short and curt.
That was when Sally turned her attention to Morgan. She almost fell over backwards when she took in the lavender hair and tattoos. Her hand flew to her bosom. If she had pearls, she’d be clutching them.
“My, oh my. Who do we have here? Is this little Morgan Deveroux? You have...changed, haven’t you?” Sally remarked.
“Hello, Miss Sally. Can we get two chicken sandwiches, a container of potato salad, and a couple of glasses of sweet tea? Please make that to go.” Morgan glanced up to Rhett. “Thought maybe we could have a quick picnic.”
His solemn expression broke into a grin. “Sounds like a plan.”