The screen door
opened, and I froze. Caught in the act of trespassing can be a dangerous
encounter, especially if protected by a man with a rifle in hand.
But men aren’t
dressed in sundresses, and yellow chiffon isn’t a man’s favorite cake frosting
color. Her reddish-brunette straight hair graced the top of her shoulders as
she headed away from me down the porch with a watering jug in hand. The porch
was lined with decorative rail planters with an abundance of peppermint phlox
and mixed-colored dahlias. Now, at the corner of the porch, her profile looked
familiar. Melanie?
She was supposed to be at her coffee shop subbing for Savannah. Why was she dressed up? She had worn shorts and a tank top when I had first met her. And her hair was a bloom of curls. What to do? Turn around and walk away. I would undoubtedly be seen as she continued her plant watering. What the . . . ? Melanie lived behind where I was camped? No way. I must be hallucinating. I turned and walked away, too flabbergasted about the scenario. She didn’t call after me, and I didn’t look back. She’d probably find it creepy that I’d found her house. Found it by accident, or was it luck. I continued walking, faster now, my heart racing. I had to process, recalibrate, and decompress.
A vintage blue
Camaro rounded the bend that I approached. For real? I’m on a private road that
leads to Melanie’s house and a . . . Yes, it was a ’68 SS, and its 350 V8
rumbled as it crawled down the drive. Okay, I’m a cooked goose. The dude in the
Camaro must be her boyfriend . . . or was she married? Visions of squashed
sugar plums danced in my head; my head pummeled to a pulp because . . . I was
trespassing, not just on property, but this dude’s private property—
his babe. But I was innocent. Yeah, explain that to the jury. What was that
saying? “Curiosity killed the cat.”
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From
the chronicles of Jeremiah’s Journey, follow Jeremy beginning with Scene 1 –
Mountain Woman, listed in the right sidebar Blog Archive under 2022 June.
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