Looking for inspiration, I ran into the WordPress Daily Press prompts in my blog reader. They had a few words (they put one out each day), but I stopped at Grainy. What a marvelous word. There’s the grain in various woods, the grain I feed my horses, multi grain bread, against the grain; the possibilities are endless. I have to admit the first thing I thought of was whole grain mustard, like a spicy Grey Poupon.
“I want to break up,” Chris said.
Amanda paused, the warm flavor of her hotdog, mixed with fresh bread and the artisan mustard, which she could only get here at the Tomgate fair, fading on her tongue. The sounds of the fair, the giggles and shouts as the rides dipped and swayed, the barkers at the game stands, the chatter at the bingo tables, dimmed around her. Who brings someone to a fair to break up with them, she thought wildly. it was their anniversary date!
“I mean,” he rushed on, “I think we both should date other people. You’re great Amanda, I just want…”
“To date other people, ” she finished, carefully putting her hotdog on the plate in her lap.
“Have you started dating other people?” she inquired politely.
“Oh, um, no, of course not,” he answered, avoiding her eyes. “I wanted to talk to you. It’s not like I have anyone in mind, I have been just feeling for awhile like you might want to move on.”
“And, I’m ok with it,” he added hastily. “I think it might be better for both of us.”
“I see,” she said carefully. “It sounds like you have given this a lot of thought. Why don’t we walk around a bit while I think about it too?”
“Ok,” he replied, clearly relieved she was being so calm.
Amanda led the way through the fair, mulling her options. Chris, feeling relaxed as they wandered peacefully, actually reached his hand out to hold hers, before remembering and dropping it.
Finally she stopped in front of the Tunnel of Love ride. Turning smiling to Chris, she took his hand.
“Why don’t we take it one last time?”
“Sure,” he agreed, remembering how they had ridden it last year, giggling and snuggling.
He paid the fare, then they sat in the little boat. Each boat traveled out of sight of the others, so that it had privacy. Amanda leaned against him, snuggling under his arm, until they were half way through the ride.
“I think you might be right,” she whispered, withdrawing from him. “We probably should break up.”
She stood suddenly and swung her purse directly at his head. The heavy bag knocked him unconscious as it flipped him over the side of the boat. Amanda stood watching, realizing as he sank that he had the truck keys.