This year I am going to use Grammy’s short story prompts to write a story for my wonderful blog readers. Check out her blog. It’s a lot of fun. I hope you enjoy the story. Any feedback, comments, and constructive criticism are welcome.
Prompt: I woke to a bright and sunny morning after…
I woke to a bright and sunny morning after spending all night unpacking my new apartment. It wasn’t much, definitely a downgrade from my previous place. The building was built in the 1940’s. The outside brick was faded and chipped. My neighbor’s pipes creaked as he started his shower. The footsteps of several children pounded on the ceiling above my bed. I stretched my arms above my head before hitting the OFF button on the alarm. This was the first day of my new life and I was excited to start it. I jumped out of bed, pulled on my cargo pants and a sweatshirt, and tied my hair up into a knot. Whistling, I ran down the three flights of creaky stairs to the sidewalk outside.
The morning sun beat down taking out the little chill of the autumn air. People hurried on by. Some drinking coffee, others buried in their newspapers. Blaring of horns punctuated the air. I pulled my hood up to block the wind and headed the ritzy residential neighborhood a few minutes away.
A chill crept into me by the time I found number 304 Mullberry Boulevard. The houses were giant and stacked close together without any yards. A black Porsche parked in front of the door. I rang the doorbell, which echoed throughout the house. The wind picked up nipping at my ears and burning my cheeks. I stomped my feet. The door swung open and a large, broad shouldered man filled the doorway. My breath caught at him, but then again it might be the cold. I really should've gotten some coffee. He was wearing an Italian suit and had a bluetooth in his ear.
“Sarah, I’ll call you back.” He turned his attention to me. His eyes roved from my head to my tennis shoes. “Can I help you?” He crossed his arms and glared at me.
“Mr. Trevor Donne?” I extended my hand. “I’m Vivian from Viv’s Dog Walking.” He nodded but did not take my hand. “Okay, no shaking hands.” I muttered. “Is Champ ready to go for his walk?”
“Can a little girl, like you, handle a large dog?” A sneer marred his pretty face. His muscles bulged as I stared him in the eyes. The pulse jumped at the base of his neck.
“I will manage. He’s not my first large, unruly dog.”
“Fine, I’ll go get him. I’ll pay you when you return.”
A few minutes later, the door opened and a large Rhodesian Ridgeback leapt at me. His giant pink tongue licked every inch of my windburned face. I clicked the leash on to him and set out for the thirty minute walk his owner wanted. He pulled hard and chased every squirrel. Champ did not lollygag around. By the time we made it back, my hands were sore, shoulders ached, and the bottom of my sneakers were worn out. I rang the doorbell on 304, again.
Trevor answered right away. He took in my windblown hair and red cheeks. His dog sat obediently next to me, his tongue rolling out of his mouth.
“Come in, Vivian.” The invitation startled me, but the warmth was welcomed. I stepped into the foyer and rubbed my hands together. His eyes squinted as he looked at me. “I have a business propostion for you if you’re interested.”
“Um,” I squinted back at him. “What kind of proposition?”
“I need a date tonight for the gala for my charity.”
Taken aback, I crossed my arms. “I’m a dog walker. Not a call girl.”
The first real smile tugged at his lips. “No, I need a date, not a call girl. Let’s get coffee and discuss it.” He ushered me into the kitchen.