I chose "Spring Fever" for my Encore short because it represents what the romance genre means to me - support and encouragement from fellow authors. It is also the last Encored short story in our three year run. Please check out the posts that have appeared each Friday since January 2nd. Enjoy!!!
Spring Fever
By Judith
Ashley and Helen Little with contributions from Sarah Raplee
April 10, 2014
Mineral Springs, OR
Mineral Springs, OR
Alfred Porterhouse relished the wind
blowing through his hair as he drove his red Mazda convertible at the legal
thirty-five mile an hour speed limit. Well,
not mine exactly. Jared’s the best friend ever because he let me borrow it so I
can make a good impression on Allie.
The leafy
canopy over the tree-lined road dappled the pavement with spots of sun.
“Bfftt!” Frantically Alfred waved the little white puffs swirling about him
away from his face and plucked out the offending piece of fluff stuck in his
mouth. “Bfftt!” What is that? He slowed down noticing the spots
on the road were not just from the sun. Breathing through slitted lips, Alfred
glanced around the borrowed car. The stuff was everywhere. Got to be careful. Don’t want to
choke to death on one of those cottony snow things. I have important things to
do today.
At his
destination, he parked at the curb in front of Allie’s house. Taking Jared’s
advice to heart, he checked his appearance in the rear-view mirror and quickly
finger-combed his hair into some semblance of order. Remembering his
co-worker’s admonishment to make sure his eyebrows were straight—a quick finger
lick and swipe and he was done. Another moment to savor Jared’s, “You look
great in the driver’s seat,” and he was ready. Chest puffed out with pride, he
grabbed the bouquet of wildflowers off the passenger seat and headed towards
the front door.
Who knew I
could land a date with someone as cool as Allie Borders? Without Jared’s help—he paused at
the bottom step before jogging up. The list “Tips for a Successful Date” popped
into his mind, circling through it line-by-line.
Bring her
flowers – he took a sniff at the bouquet in his hands and sneezed.
Open the
door and help her into the car – like a gentleman does for a lady.
Compliment
her appearance – geez. He blanked out on the rest of the list before he reached
the porch. Wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, he chanted under his breath. I can do this, I can do this, I can
do this.
On the
porch, a frisson of panic stopped him in his tracks. Beads of sweat dotted his
forehead and trickled in rivulets down his face. Gotta keep breathing, A-Freddie. Pulling a handkerchief from his
pocket, he blotted his face and dried his hands again before stuffing the damp
crumbled cloth back in its place. Taking the last few steps, he knocked—tap,
tap—tap. He shifted from foot to foot, the anxiety building as he waited.
Side-stepping
to the window, he peered in and squinted through the glass. What’s keeping her? Where is she? A strange figure glided into the room
and headed toward the front door. Startled, he jerked back like he’d been shot!
Who’s that?
***
Allie Borders adjusted her
protective mask as she crossed the room to the door. A serious flare of
allergies this morning had almost caused her to call and cancel. Her gaze took
in her mustard colored sweater and brown tote on the chair by the front door.
Mentally she checked the contents: packets of tissue, rescue inhaler, back-up
masks. Why didn’t I cancel if
I need all this stuff to go out for coffee? Because I’m going out with Alfred!
And we’re just going for coffee and that cute bistro down the street is just
the place. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.
A smile on
her face, she opened the door. “Hi, Alfred,” she said. “Let me grab my things.” He looks weird with his black
eyebrows scrunched into a straight line. I wonder if something’s bothering him. Allie stepped away from the door and
picked up her sweater and tote. I’m
not going to ask because I’ve wanted him to notice me forever. He’s a bit
quirky and really shy. It could scare him off. Turning back from locking up, she
saw the red convertible with the top down at the curb.
Allie’s
lungs seized, her hand flew to her chest, “Is this your car?”
“Sure is!
Well, not really. Jared let me borrow it. The feel of the wind in your hair is
great,” he rattled on. “I like your hair.”
Panic
tightened her chest, her breathing labored. I
can do this. “Thank.” I can do this.” You.” I can do this.
***
Alfred opened the passenger door.
Anxiety bounced through him and he rocked on his feet. Should I ask her why she’s wearing
a mask? Will she be insulted? Geez, Jared didn’t say anything about this? He stood to the side and Allie
slid into the seat. What now? “Let me help you with your seat belt,” he said already matching
actions with words. The buckle secured with a click. What else? Jared’s list was nowhere in his
memory banks so he quickly rounded the car and got in. The mask barely moved -
in and out, in and out, in and out. Was
she talking?
“Ready?” he
asked pulling away from the curb. I’ll
just take her for a little drive, take advantage of this great car. It’s a
beauty!
Two blocks
away, Alfred stopped at a red light. Allie’s hand clutched his arm. His eyes
widened. The mask bellowed in and out and her eyes gleamed with an eerie light.
“What?” The street noise drowned out anything Allie might have said. She
gestured behind her and he saw the coffee shop over her shoulder.
“That coffee
shop?” Did she nod? The light changed and he drove
off. “Not just yet. I’m taking you for a drive so you can enjoy this cool car.” Where? The park! That’ll do it.
Blinker on,
Alfred turned left into the city park. Of all the things Mineral Springs was
famous for, the city park was in the top ten attractions. It boasted the
largest flower garden in the state and this time of year it was ablaze with
blooms. The white floaty stuff he’d noticed in the air earlier was thicker
here. The roadway was carpeted with it and a fine yellow dust. A glance in his
rearview mirror showed a swirl of yellow and white lifting into the air as he
drove. He slowed to a crawl so she could take in the full beauty of the apple
blossoms, the lilacs, the—he didn’t know what everything was called but they
were beautiful. He took a deep breath of the many flavored scents. “Aacchhooo!”
Allie’s
fingers dug into his arm and she jerked. “What’s going on?” he yelled. His grip
tightened on the steering wheel. He looked over at his passenger. Yellow dust
crusted her mask, a wild look flashed in her eyes, rapid sucking motion moved
her mask and her free hand flapped around, waving in all directions. He pulled
to the side of the road and stopped.
“What?” he
asked, one brow arched in question, giving her his full attention. “Is
something wrong?”
***
Allie’s lungs labored with the
effort to breathe. With the traffic noise, she hadn’t been able to make Alfred
understand she needed to be inside, somewhere the air was filtered. Here in the
park, her personal hell, all she could manage was waving her hands around. How
to make him understand?
She grabbed
his hand and wrote H O M E on his palm. He shook his head, a confused look on
his face. She tried again, marking his palm more slowly. No progress. Desperate
for some way to communicate with him without taking off her mask, she slumped
back against the seat, eyes closed.
“What’s
wrong?”
She heard
the worry in his voice. If she removed the mask so she could answer him, she’d
have to use her rescue inhaler. Is
there another way to tell him what I need? Opening
her eyes she looked at his face etched with concern.
The
dashboard!
H O M E –
the white letters showed up plainly in contrast to the pollen coating the
surface like golden snow.
“You want me
to take you home now?” Alfred asked, obviously perplexed.
She nodded
vigorously.
“But we were
going for coffee,” he said, a bit of a whine in his voice.
H O M E she underlined
the word.
His
shoulders slumped but he started the engine and pulled away from the curb.
He escorted
her to the door and she invited him in. Once inside, she removed her mask.
“Aaaccchooo!”
Alfred
pulled his handkerchief from his back pocket and shoved it into her hand.
“Aaaccchooo!
Aaaccchooo!” Allie held the damp piece of cloth to her face. Taking a deep breath between one sneeze
and the next, Allie realized her mistake as her lungs seized. She shoved the
hankie at Alfred, waved him toward the couch, dumped her tote on the table and
grabbed her inhaler.
Allie
expelled all the air from her lungs, fit the mouthpiece between her lips,
pushed the lever and slowly breathed in, filling her lungs with the steroids.
The tightness in her chest eased, her body sighed. Her breathing returned to
some semblance of normal. What
a comedy of errors. Crossing
the room the few steps to the couch, she sat next to Alfred.
“I’m so sorry to have spoiled our coffee date,” she started.
“What happened?” Alfred blurted out. “I thought you’d like the car. Jared said
everyone likes it.”
“It wasn’t the car,” Allie said. “I’ve a bad case of allergies so being outside
when the pollen count is so high is bad for me.”
“You mean
that white stuff and yellow dust make you like this?” He cocked his head to the
side, his gaze considering as if he were examining the results of a laboratory
experiment.
“Yes.”
Allie’s eyes watered, her nose ran. She stuffed tissue up her nose to stem the
flow. “I need to shower and change. You know, wash the pollen off me so I’ll get
better.” Alfred looked so earnest so concerned for her. He didn’t do anything on purpose.
He just didn’t know.
“I’d better
go,” he said.
“I hate to
have you go but I’m not fun now and I know I shouldn’t go out again.”
“Ever?”
She smiled
at the panicked look on his face. “No, silly. I have to be very careful outside
until the pollen count is down.”
“Hey, I have
an idea. I think I can fix this,” he said, his eyes bright with excitement.
“How?”
“Promise me
you’ll go out with me next weekend and you’ll see.”
He was still
Alfred, that quirky guy who pricked her interest. “I’ll be ready,” she said, a lightness or
maybe lightheadedness overcoming her.
***
Saturday Alfred Porterhouse pulled
his red Mazda convertible to the curb in front of Allie’s house. Well, not mine exactly. Jared let
me borrow it again so I can make a good impression on Allie. The top was up and the inside gleamed.
Before getting out of the car, he checked the rear-view mirror. He grabbed the
box of candy he’d brought her and another package off the passenger seat. Allie Borders is going out with me. He exited the car and took the
steps two-at-a-time. She’s
something else. Way cool.
At the top
of the stairs, he stopped a moment and went through his list.
1. Something
to give her – check
2. Something
to surprise her – check
3. Make sure
she agrees to what we are going to do on our date – I will do that.
He knocked
on the door and rang the bell for good measure. This time he didn’t look in the
window because he knew she was coming.
The door
opened and there she was–Allie Borders looking like a princess in a long
flowing midnight blue dress, her soft auburn hair piled in a riot of curls on
her head, her green eyes peering at him over her mask.
She stepped
aside and he walked in. The door shut behind him as he turned and thrust his
packages towards her.
“What’s
this?” she asked, taking both objects. She unhooked one side of her mask
letting it hang down.
“Open them.”
They sat,
knees together on the couch. Her warmth filtered through his slacks and his
cheeks pinked.
The opalescent green
polish on her finger nails flashed as her fingers grappled with the ribbon
tied securely around the first box.
“Oohh, I
love chocolate covered macadamia nuts!” She popped a treat in her mouth. Her
eyes closed in ecstasy and she chewed slowly. “Want one?” she asked, licking
her lips and grabbing a second candy. With her free hand, she held the box out
to him.
Alfred took
the offered candy and put the box on the couch between them.
“And this?”
she asked holding up the mystery package. Her eyes sparkled, her rosy lips
turned up in a smile of anticipation.
Alfred stood
and paced a few steps away before turning back to face her. “Open it and see.”
He clasped his hands behind him and rocked back and forth on his feet.
Allie tore
open the wrapping and found a plain brown cardboard box. “Alfred?”
He smiled at
the confused questioning look on her face but kept his hands clasped. It was
all he could do to keep from reaching out and helping her. She’s never had anything like this
before.
“Too much
tape, I have to get a knife to open it,” she said and headed for the kitchen.
He followed,
waiting in the doorway while she plucked a knife from the rack and slit through
the tape.
“Oh my,”
Allie said delight and surprise in her voice. “I’ve never—”
“Words fail
you?” he asked, bouncing on his toes.
She nodded
and grinned. “I’m confused, there are two.”
“One for you
and one for me. Want to try them out?”
“I do,”
Allie said handing one to him. She grabbed her tote along the way. “Are we
going for a drive?”
“We are but
today the top is up.” Alfred helped her adjust the straps just right before
putting his own on.
“Why don’t
we put it down,” she said, her voice now having a mechanical edge to it.
“Really? Are
you sure?”
She nodded
and headed toward the door.
His hand on
her elbow, Alfred escorted Allie to the car and helped her in. Top down, he
drove off. The strange looks from people as they drove by meant nothing. She’s a little odd but I like her.
***
Allie Borders relaxed against the
while leather seats of the red Mazda convertible. White fluffy stuff and golden
pollen swirled in the air and made mini-dirt-devils as they drove through the
Arboretum. The crisscross of straps kept her hair somewhat contained. She
glanced over at Alfred’s profile and chuckled. The Darth Vader-like-shape
protruding from his face was the image of the perfect man for her. It can’t get more perfect than
this.
Copyright © 2014 Judith Ashley and Helen Little
Thanks to my writing friends, Helen
Little and Sarah Raplee, for brainstorming the core elements of this story,
adding content and editing. This story is so much better because of your
involvement.
Learn more about Judith, Sarah
and Helen at
www.laurabrittshoes.com
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Judith also posts the first Friday of each month at www.Romancingthegenre.blogspot.com