Welcome back to Romance Writers Weekly!!! This week Fiona Riplee http://fionariplee.com/blog wants us to write a ‘cute meet’ as a Flash Fiction. I adore her flash fictions because number one these always remind me of how much I enjoy writing. So this Flash Fiction she wants us to have Character 1’s profession as a photographer and Character 2’s profession is an insurance agent. Did I mention Fiona is killer when making me think, LOL. So here it goes, hope you enjoy!!!
“Who in their right mind has a person come way out here in the swamp to do a photo shoot?” Gabby grumbled as she carefully sidestepped another puddle of muck. “For crying out loud, when I accepted this job I was told it was for an insurance salesman. A nice clean profession. A simple head shot, or even a desk shot. But no, here I am walking a mile through the sludge, the wilderness, and who knows what lurking just off this dirt path. And for what, so this white shirt, black tie, suit wearing nerd can make himself look… what, like some kind of sportsman? I could think of better ways… cleaner ways, he could do that. Men, they are always wanting to give the illusion of being someone their not. Who is going to believe a suit and tie kind of guy could actually be this outdoorsy?”
The crackle of a fire drew Gabby’s attention from her groaning. “Great, now what? I’m about to walk up on some backwoods hillbilly making moonshine. That’s all I need and for what, so some straight-laced insurance guy to have a couple of pictures to put on his damn flyers? Really this job should pay more.”
Cautiously she crept up on the clearing, standing as close as physically possible to a large cypress tree. It wouldn’t serve her well to be seen if it did turn out to be some fugitive running from the law. Peeking out behind the large tree she could see a man dressed in blue jeans, work boots, and gray t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
The sun glistened off the beads of sweat on his finely chiseled muscles, causing his deep tanned skin to shimmer in the afternoon light. He went about setting up his campsite as if he had no knowledge she was there.
The rays of sunshine spilled through the trees bringing natural highlights to his golden hair. Gabby grabbed her camera, the insurance salesman would have to wait. Pictures of this rugged man would definitely get her a spot in the Outdoorsman for sure.
The sound of her camera’s click drew his attention, and just as the camera flashed one last time, deep blue eyes seemingly smiled back at her through the lens of her camera.
“You must be Gabby Anderson. I’m sorry if it was difficult to find me, but I really didn’t want the same old same old for my business pictures. I hope you don’t mind.”
“You’re Alex Trundle?”
Maybe this photo shoot wouldn’t be so bad after all…
The crackle of a fire drew Gabby’s attention from her groaning. “Great, now what? I’m about to walk up on some backwoods hillbilly making moonshine. That’s all I need and for what, so some straight-laced insurance guy to have a couple of pictures to put on his damn flyers? Really this job should pay more.”
Cautiously she crept up on the clearing, standing as close as physically possible to a large cypress tree. It wouldn’t serve her well to be seen if it did turn out to be some fugitive running from the law. Peeking out behind the large tree she could see a man dressed in blue jeans, work boots, and gray t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
The sun glistened off the beads of sweat on his finely chiseled muscles, causing his deep tanned skin to shimmer in the afternoon light. He went about setting up his campsite as if he had no knowledge she was there.
The rays of sunshine spilled through the trees bringing natural highlights to his golden hair. Gabby grabbed her camera, the insurance salesman would have to wait. Pictures of this rugged man would definitely get her a spot in the Outdoorsman for sure.
The sound of her camera’s click drew his attention, and just as the camera flashed one last time, deep blue eyes seemingly smiled back at her through the lens of her camera.
“You must be Gabby Anderson. I’m sorry if it was difficult to find me, but I really didn’t want the same old same old for my business pictures. I hope you don’t mind.”
“You’re Alex Trundle?”
Maybe this photo shoot wouldn’t be so bad after all…
Well that’s it for me today. Let’s hop on over to see what Leslie Hatchel has in store for us… http://lesliehachtelwriter.wordpress.com