This week is the first for a new event called “Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes“. I am probably a little rusty but I thought I’d give it a try. Click the link above for more information or to join in.
“Honey, is it cold in here?”, she called out from the couch. That was her way of asking me to bring her favorite blanket to her, an essential movie-watching accessory.
“Feels fine to me. But I’ll get you a jacket if you need one”, I answer playfully.
Friday nights used to be our night, a time to relax and unwind with no distractions. And they were always perfect. Rarely did I care what the movie was; as long as we had our time I was happy.
Things were so different now; those nights seem like they belong to someone else. I can’t even remember what the last movie we watched together was. All that stands out is that night she wanted chocolate ice cream for dessert. And that I had forgotten to pick it up in my way home.
“Captain, it’s about time”, the squadron leader said, poking his head in my tent.
“Get the men ready. I’ll be along in a minute, Sergeant”, I replied, waving him dismissively away.
“You have to go already?”, she asked from the other side of the world.
“Yeah, babe, I do. I’ll Skype you tomorrow, same time as always, okay?”
“Yeah. Be careful out there today, okay?”
“Always am. I have a candlelight dinner and movie date coming up in six-weeks, can’t risk missing that”, I smiled at her image on the screen, wondering if I’d ever see her face-to-face again.
We said our goodbyes and disconnected the chat session. As I powered down tbe computer the sergeant stepped back through the opening of the tent.
“We’re ready, Captain.”
“Let’s roll out then, Sergeant.”