Anyway, it's very short, just a little over 1,000 words, a pleasant and light read you can enjoy while waiting to go into the doctor's office or with your morning coffee. It's called "Autumn Fireworks," and we're in July, but that's okay. Bringing a little autumn cool to this hot summer. Rated "G" for General Audiences, just FYI. The magazine was rather old-fashioned in nature, and so I tailored this read for them. Enjoy!
AUTUMN FIREWORKS
By Connie Keenan
By Connie Keenan
Laura
Rosen had no time that morning for daydreaming, yet she couldn’t help herself.
Through the shop’s window she could see the most gorgeous day, with playful autumn
breezes sweeping leaves from the streets into mystical circles of red, brown,
gold and burnt orange.
You’re a little too old for daydreaming, she
scolded herself, and a lot too busy.
Talk
about an understatement. A new shipment of greeting cards had come in and the
stationery aisles needed tidying up. She loved the kids coming into the shop
but dreaded the tornado-style mess they left in their wake following the mad search
for school supplies. There were other chores on her To-Do list and no guarantee
she’d get everything done before closing up her shop at the end of the day.
Sunday—that
would be her day. After church, it would be her time to reacquaint herself with
that sweetly familiar old town. She’d grown up there, living on her parents’
dairy farm. That is, until she’d headed off for college and to see the world.
Well, she’d seen
it. Then it had only been a matter of time before her heart had led the way
back home, where she felt the strong sense of belonging.
“Mary?”
she called out, hearing the bell tinkle over the door, announcing someone had entered.
Mary
Simmons was a spry, little sparrow of a grandmother, a retiree who’d
answered Laura’s ad for a part-timer to help her out in the shop. She couldn’t
have asked for a better employee or friend, for that matter. But the visitor
that morning definitely wasn’t Mary, being that he was definitely a guy. A tall,
lanky guy. It took Laura a moment, but she finally recognized the blue-eyed
police officer standing right in front of her.
“Cal
Becker?” she asked.
“Yeah.
Hey, Laura.” Her former classmate suddenly remembered his manners and removed
his police hat. “Never thought I’d see you again. Where’ve you been?”
“Trying
to escape the big city. And I finally succeed,” she quipped, laughing with him.
“Well,
good. Glad to hear that.”
Laura
tilted her head, studying him. Since Cal
was about three years older, he had to be about thirty-five now. There were
lines on his plain but pleasant face that hadn’t been there before, as there were
now on hers, as well. Still, he’d lost none of that boyish shyness of his that
she recalled.
“Married
now? Have a family?” she asked.
“Me?
Oh, no. But as a matter of fact, I’m—I’ll be attending a wedding next week,” he
explained. “Guy on the force is getting married. I’m here to pick up a card.”
Turning to the display of greeting cards, Cal scanned them quickly before selecting
one and dropping it. “That’s good enough—oops.”
She
bit her lower lip to keep from chuckling. “That is a nice card.”
“Uh-huh.
You know, they, uh, told me you bought this place.”
“I
did. Funny thing, huh?”
“Yep.
I remember we spent a lot of time here as kids. You worked here, and . . . ” Cal licked his lips as
he pulled out some money to pay for his purchase. “ . . . I usually came in for
stuff.”
“Mmm-hmmm.
Funny, too, that I worked here and now I own it.”
“More
than funny. It’s nice. Real nice.” He hesitated after she gave him his change.
His badge, with BECKER in huge letters, caught the light. “You married some
city guy, Laura?”
“Almost.
But it wasn’t meant to be, I guess. I’m still single, too.”
“Oh,
good! I mean—” Cal
shook his head and frowned. “It’s good to see you again. I’m still here all the
time. Some things never change.”
The
bell over the door tinkled again. This time it was Mary, wearing a delightful sweater the colors of autumn. She
exchanged a greeting with the policeman. Laura caught her mischievous smirk
when Cal
wasn’t looking.
“Some
things shouldn’t change,” Laura told
him. “It’ll be wonderful seeing you in here again.”
“Thanks.
’Bye.” Those long legs carried him to the door. He paused and turned to say
softly over his shoulder, “Laura, you were sorely missed.”
Mary
didn’t wait long after the door closed behind him. “Boy, a girl could get hurt
with all that TNT flying between you two!” she exclaimed.
Laura
was confused. “TNT?”
“Yes.
As in, what puts the boom! in
fireworks.”
She
laughed. “Very funny, Mary. Cal
is just an old friend from school.”
But
now, all these years later, it dawned on her: As a teenager she had worked in
the shop and Cal—gangly, shy Cal—had always found some excuse to come in. He’d
buy pens or a fishing magazine, or a book from the rack. She remembered he
liked mysteries.
The
fascinating thing was that he had never once made her heart skip an excited
beat the way he had now. How different it was, now that he’d grown into a man
and she’d become a woman. Laura knew she hadn’t imagined it: relief had sparked
in his eyes when she’d told him she hadn’t married in all those years.
She
also knew she hadn’t imagined the tingle that had gone through her. Now,
remembering back, it wasn’t for the first time since she’d known him, either.
It had happened in their youth, too, sometimes when those eyes of electric blue
had met hers.
Again
the bell sounded. Whirling around, she saw Cal in the doorway again. He stood, squaring
his shoulders as he removed his hat again. Out of the corner of her eye she
watched Mary discreetly step away.
“Forgot
something?” she asked him.
“Well,
Laura, about the wedding next week . . .” Cal took a deep breath. “Besides the card .
. . I could also use a date. If you’re not doing anything, I’d really enjoy
having you on my arm.”
Laura’s
smile grew wider, winning one from him. “Well, Officer Becker, I thought you’d
never ask. . . . ”
THE
END
Copyright 2015 by Connie Keenan
