You can go watch the whole story behind the story HERE on my YT channel. The hardest part, by far, was making every scene outdoors. It definitely stretched me, but, in the end, the limitations helped me push forward with a short story instead of a full novella.
Here's my 4,615 word short story based on the prompts of Romance, Female Point-of-View, Oranges, Squirrels, and the scene being All Outdoors. (I'm not claiming it's the best thing since sliced bread, lol, but it was a fun exercise in creative writing.)
Officially Untitled (Help me name it!)
Saturday
It was odd, uprooting my life,
starting fresh. And all for…what? A free house?
I could have sold it. I could
have taken the money as an inheritance.
But as soon as gran and gramps passed, and I found out they left it to
me, I knew it was right.
Them
leaving the house to me, of all people, was really touching. There were so many memories here. Of course, all of them took place in the
summer. And I was here now, in the
fall.
Snow. That was going to be part of my life soon
enough. Luckily, they left a shovel. The place had been left pretty bare-bones, by
the time I drove up. My mom and aunts cleaned
it out after the funeral. I felt guilty
that I hadn’t been able to take time off of work to come help. But here I was, free as a bird. Well…jobless.
But I’d work on that. That’s what
savings is for.
I sat on
the back porch, a blanket wrapped around me, a cup of warm apple cider in my
hands. I couldn’t help but love the
scenery. Everywhere can be beautiful, if
you tend to it. It may not be the Floridian
palm trees that I was used to. But these
conifers; the vibrant, shifting colors of deciduous trees as the seasons change,
they were mesmerizing. It all put a
smile on my face.
What didn’t
put a smile on my face, was my morning reverie being interrupted by power tools. Broken from my train of thought, I glanced at
my neighbor to the left. Looking over
the haggard fence, I watched as he hammered and sawed. Whoever the mystery man was, he seemed to
know what he was doing. I couldn’t help
but wonder what he looked like when he wasn’t dressed for messy work.
I think
I surprised all of my friends and coworkers back in Florida, when I told them I
was moving. Idaho is actually larger than
Florida, but it has seven times fewer electoral votes. Internationally, who even knows where Idaho
is? No one. But I was drawn to the smaller-town vibes I
remembered on summer vacations as a child.
Sure, I
replaced beaches with potato fields. But
I didn’t have to deal with tolls anymore…
Ok, maybe I was still trying to decide how I felt about my decision. I’d probably really find out, after it
started to snow. And maybe after I got
to know my neighbors. For now, all I
knew was that I had a noisy fixer-upper to the left. He looked to be a few years older than me,
and attractive enough, for wearing jeans covered in paint smears, and a dusty flannel
shirt.
Returning
my focus to the trees in the backyard, I tried to drown out his noise. I watched as a pair of squirrels chased each
other. One carried a large walnut in its
mouth, the other, greedily following after it.
“Welcome
to the neighborhood.”
The abrupt
welcome startled me; my focus quickly shifted to my neighbor. He was now standing at our fence line.
“Thanks.” I smiled, standing up. I pulled my blanket tight around me, walking
up for a proper conversation. “I’m
Alyssa.”
“Garret. I didn’t see a moving truck, you the new
owner?”
“Yep. That’s me.
My stuff will be here in a week.
I just got here last night. Me, a
stuffed car, and some good music.”
He had
friendly eyes, especially when he grinned.
“Sounds like a fun adventure.
Where from?”
“Florida.”
His eyes
grew wide as he nodded. “That’s going to
be a bit of a shock for you. Ever shoveled
snow?”
I
chuckled. “I have not. But I’m a quick learner.”
“Good to
know.” He tapped on the sad, old
fence. “I know you just moved in, but
have you given any thought to replacing this old thing? The last owners weren’t interested and I was
hoping the new owner cared a bit more.”
I pursed
my lips, nodding. He clearly didn’t know
who I was. “It’s seen better days. How long have you lived here?”
“Five
years.”
“Gotcha. So, you knew the last owners, for the last five
years? And they refused to replace their
fence?”
“That
about sums it up.”
“Wow.” My voice conveyed all the sarcasm he
deserved. “You’d think they were old
people, trying to take care of themselves, instead of something as trivial as a
fence! I’m glad to know they had great
neighbors in their golden years.”
His eyes
widened. “Oh…um…well I didn’t mean…” He frowned.
I gave a
disingenuous smile. “They were my
grandparents.”
“Right.” He looked down, pressing his lips together.
“Well it’s
been great getting to meet you, Garret.”
I turned around, grabbing my cup of apple cider, swigging the last few
dregs, and heading inside.
Sunday
The next
day, I waited until the power tools took a break, before going outside. I snuck out to my back porch in the
afternoon, still wrapping up in a blanket.
I sat down with a pb&j sandwich, an orange, and hot cocoa.
It may
have been frigid out there, but the cocoa warmed me on the way down. I looked at my sandwich. I really needed to do some serious shopping.
“Alyssa!” Mr. Judgy-neighbor-to-the-left called.
I looked
up, less than amused. “Hi.”
“Mind if
I come over? I’ve got something for you.”
I raised
my eyebrows. “Sure.” Starting to get up, to head inside, he
stopped me.
“I can
just meet you back there.”
Taking
the gate at the side of my house, he met me a couple minutes later on my porch. He was carrying a paper plate covered in foil.
“Peace
offering.” He smiled.
I stayed
tight-lipped as he sat it down on the table, next to my lunch.
He
nodded awkwardly. “Mind if I sit?”
It was a
silly thing to get so worked up about anyway.
If I were going to stay here, it would be nice to like my
neighbors. I took the olive branch. “Please.
And thanks.”
Sitting
down, he pulled the foil off of the plate.
“Brownies. I mean, they’re not
gourmet or anything, just from a box.
But I figured it was the least I could do. To welcome you to the neighborhood.”
I smiled politely. “Thanks.”
He grinned. “I snuck a couple for myself, to get the
taste of my own foot out of my mouth.”
I tried to suppress a chuckle. “I’m sure we can get over it. It is a rather hideous fence.”
He tapped a finger on the
table. “Yeah. I guess I just got excited. This is the first place I’ve owned, so just
trying to make it look nice.”
“It’s good to take pride in where
you live. Looks like you’re doing plenty
of that, with all of your construction work over there. Is that what you do for a living?”
“Oh, that? No. I
teach middle school. But I did a fair
bit of construction work to get me through college. Just repairing some things before
Thanksgiving.”
“Middle school, eh? That’s pretty brave.”
He laughed. “It’s some interesting territory.”
“So, any family? I haven’t noticed any kids running around in
the backyard.” Maybe I was warming up to
him, just a smidge. His stubble and
handsome smile, accompanying his apology, I didn’t hate it.
“Nope. Me and a couple of furry ones. You?
You said you traveled up alone?”
I smiled. “Solo.”
He smiled in return. “What do you do for work?”
“Oh, um…receptionist.” I mean, I was recently…and I probably would
be in my next job, unless I figured out that mysterious thing that I was
more passionate about.
We chatted for a little while, mostly
talking about the neighborhood and weather in the area. Conversation flowed smoothly; I was glad to
give him another chance. Distracting me
for a second, I noticed a small black cat jump on the fence and start to chase
the squirrels. I’d seen it briefly the
day before.
“That stupid cat, again.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “Not a fan of cats?”
I shrugged. “I don’t mind them. I guess I just don’t like them as much as I
do the squirrels.”
“Cece, get down!” He ordered, the cat turning to look at him
incredulously. He looked back at me with
a grin. “She can be a stupid
cat. Stupid enough that she’s never
actually caught one.”
I bit my lip; it was my turn to
pull a foot out of my mouth. “One of
your furry ones?”
He chuckled. “Yep.
She’s mine. She’s a sweetheart
when you get to know her. But she can be
a bully on the playground when it comes to smaller critters.”
I looked down at the table, my
unpeeled orange sat there. “Do you like
oranges?”
He raised his eyebrows. “As much as the next person, I suppose.”
“But have you ever tried one fresh
from Florida? I brought a whole box of
them with me. Give it a try.”
Picking it up, I held it out to
him.
He accepted the challenge and
started to peel it. “You drove all the
way here from Florida, and you took up precious space in your car with a box of
oranges?”
“You’ll sing a different tune after
you try it.” I smirked.
His eyes shot open at his first
bite of perfectly juicy and sweet, fresh-picked citrus. “That’s amazing!”
I grinned. “Worth the space in my car?”
He nodded. “I’d say so. Your box of oranges is worth about a thousand
times more than my box of brownies, at least.”
I smiled wider. “I come with perks.”
Our eyes met. “Well I look forward to getting to know you
more, especially if you have perks as sweet as this.”
My cheeks warmed. “Right.
Yeah. So…” I cleared my throat. “Thanksgiving you say? You have this whole week off, right? As a teacher?”
He nodded.
“Well maybe I’ll see you
around. I’m not working this week.”
He read my face. “I’d like that.” He looked down at his hands, holding half an orange,
sticky in juice. “I’m going to go get back
to work. Mind if I take the rest of this
with me?”
“Be my guest.”
Monday
I decided to go for a walk the next
morning, just a short one around the neighborhood. I almost didn’t even recognize Garrett as I
approached.
“Oh, hey!” I smiled, glancing down from him to the small
little dog he was walking. “Your second
fur baby?”
He smiled back. “Yeah.
Brutus.”
I chuckled as I crouched down,
giving Brutus a scratch between the ears.
“If you ever need a pet sitter, let me know.”
“That would be great.” He said.
“Yeah, no problem. Really.
I love animals, just couldn’t have them in my last place.” I stood back up, shoving my chilled hands
into my pockets.
“Now that you have a place of your
own, do you plan to get any?”
I took a deep breath. “I don’t know. Someday.
One step at a time.”
He nodded. “Hey, I was thinking…and you can say ‘no.’ I’d totally understand…”
I raised my brows. “Ok?”
“Well, just… The fence.
No rush. I know you’re just
getting settled in. It’s technically
yours, but even if it’s not something we take care of right now, we could look
at options together? Splitting the fence
on the property line?”
I liked the idea of getting to know
him better, and of being a proud homeowner.
“Yeah. Sure. They say good fences make good neighbors,
right? I’m going to be on my back porch, want to meet up once you’re done with
your walk?”
He smiled. “Would love to.”
We took off in opposite
directions. I cut my walk short, not
wanting to make him wait on me. Not long
after I got home, he joined me in the back, carrying a laptop.
“I’ll admit, for a southern girl,
you sure are embracing the cold weather.”
I chuckled. “Gran’s blankets keep me warm. And I like the nature scenery here right
now. You just don’t get seasons like
this down there.”
He smiled. “No, you definitely don’t.”
“Plus. I don’t have much furniture here, yet. So, this patio gives me a break from the
monotony of an empty house.”
He frowned. “Do you want to go to my place? I mean, you know, it’s warm, and fully
furnished.”
I smiled. “Sitting out here is immersion therapy.”
He shook his head with a
smile. “If you say so.”
He pulled up different styles of fences and we discussed what we’d
ideally like. Matching with the
neighbors around us, upkeep, design, height, we talked about it all. We narrowed it down to a couple of styles we
both liked. Until I saw the price tags.
“Wow! I didn’t realize how expensive fences are…” I stared with wide eyes.
He bobbed his head back and
forth. “Yeah. I’d have done it a while ago on my own, if
school teachers in Idaho were paid better.”
He pursed his lips. “But like I
said, no rush. It’s just nice to make
some plans. I don’t know what your
finances are like right now.”
I gulped. “Thanks.
Yeah, we’ll have to see.” I
continued to scroll around on his laptop, looking at the fencing website.
“Have you bought cold weather
clothes yet?” He asked.
I looked up at him. “No. I
need to go to the store.”
He took off his gloves, offering
them up. “Loaners.”
I shook my head. “Thanks.
I’m going to go tonight.”
He raised his brows, then reached
out, touching one of my hands. My cheeks
warmed again.
“Yeah. Popsicle fingers. Just use these. I’ve got spares.” He grinned and winked. “Plus, I know where you live, if I need to come
looking for them.”
I bit my lip, accepting them. They were big for me, but the warmth of his
hands lingered in them.
“Right. Well…”
He said. “I should get back to
repairs. I’m hosting for Thanksgiving this
year.”
“That’s nice.” I smiled.
“And thanks. I’ll get these back
to you.”
He stood up, folding his
laptop. “No rush.”
Tuesday
I was grateful the next morning that
I’d done some shopping the night before.
My fridge was full and I had proper winter clothes. And…I had my first snow! When I opened my blinds to see the landscape coated
in white, I was actually giddy.
I might have gone overboard,
putting on my new snow boots and everything.
But I went out there and proudly started to shovel my driveway and
sidewalks. Not much later, Garrett
sauntered up, not dressed nearly as warm as I was.
“Hey.” He smiled, his breath forming a mist in the
air.
“Hi.”
“You know this is all going to melt
in a few hours, right?”
I stopped shoveling. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yeah.
This is barely anything. We really
don’t get that much that sticks around here.”
I frowned, feeling foolish.
“If we were in the panhandle, or
the eastern side of the state, you’d have some serious shoveling all season
long. You lucked out that you’re in the
mild part.”
“I guess the novelty will eventually
wear off.” I conceded. “It’s just my first time with snow.”
He grinned. “Well, there’s not really enough here for a
snowman, but I know something else you could do, to celebrate your first time.” He held out his bare hand.
I smiled, setting the shovel down. “What’s that?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing too scary.”
I rolled my eyes, giving him my gloved
hand. He led me a few feet over, then
let my hand go as he laid down on the snow.
“Angels.” He spread his arms and
legs, starting to make a snow angel.
Just because I’d never been around
snow, didn’t mean I hadn’t seen a snow angel made on tv before. I decided to embrace the cold and his
playfulness, joining him on the ground.
It felt silly, but fun. He sat
up, watching me with a smile. “You’re a
natural.”
I chuckled. “We know how to make sand versions where I’m
from. It’s a bit warmer.”
“Are you liking it here?” He asked.
I stopped, looking at him. “So far.”
He looked down at his lap. “Are you doing anything for Thanksgiving?”
I frowned. “No.
Not this year. Timing and
distance won’t work out with family.”
He looked up, meeting my gaze. “Would you like to come over to my place?”
I sat up. “Well, that’s sweet. But maybe a little weird…with all of your
family?”
He shook his head. “No, it won’t be too weird. My siblings are all celebrating at in-laws
this year. So, as the only single kid, I
invited over my folks. And some others
in the neighborhood that don’t have places to go.” He bit his lip. “So, you know, you won’t be the only neighbor
there. Though…if I’m honest, I’d be more
excited to have you there, than old Mrs. Montgomery.”
There it was again, my cheeks
warming. He was sweet. “I uh…I’ll think about it.”
He smiled. “Fair enough.
You don’t need to bring anything.
It’ll be casual. But if you’re
going to live in Idaho, you really need to try real Idaho mashed potatoes on
the biggest feast of the year.” Standing
up, he dusted the snow off of himself and then offered his hands to me.
I reached up, accepting the
help. Still holding hands, he gazed into
my eyes. “Well anyway. I hope you come.”
I found myself wishing I wasn’t
wearing gloves, that our hands were actually touching, despite the cold
temperatures. “I’ll be there.”
He grinned. “Great.
3pm?”
I nodded.
Wednesday
That night, there was a huge wind
storm. A large section of my fence blew
down into Garrett’s yard. Sitting in my
usual spot on the back porch, I stared at the sad thing. This sucked.
Not long into my breakfast, I spot none
other than Brutus, running into my yard through the opening. I couldn’t help but smile as Garrett tried to
call him back, chasing him. Brutus was
loving the new territory, the extra adventure.
I chuckled and Garrett looked up.
“Sorry, just let him out for a
bathroom break.”
“No problem.” I smiled as he finally got ahold of Brutus,
picking him up.
He looked back at the huge gap in
the fence. “Well, that’s a problem.”
I pursed my lips, nodding.
“Mind if I join you?” He asked.
“Yeah, come hang out.” I pulled the other chair over, next to
mine.
He sat down. “Any other damage to your place that you know
of?”
“Mmm, not that I noticed.”
He nodded. “That’s good.
I had a decent-sized branch come down, but it missed anything
important. A couple of shingles flew off,
too.”
I gave him a sympathetic
frown. “Sorry, that sucks.”
He shrugged. “That’s life.
I’m guessing it’s nothing like the hurricane adventures you’ve had over
the years.”
I grinned. “Yeah, adventures. That’s one way of putting it.”
We chatted while watching Brutus
run around wild. Cece even made an appearance
at one point. I noticed how cold Garrett
must have been, he wasn’t all bundled up, not expecting to come over and chat.
“Here. This blanket is big enough for two.” I smiled, shifting in my seat.
His soft eyes met mine. “Thanks.”
Scooting his chair as close as it could be, he covered himself with the
blanket. The warmth of his arm next to
mine made my heart beat harder. I had to
admit it, I was getting a bit of a crush on this guy.
“I uh…still have your gloves. I can go get them, if you want.” I offered after he cupped his hands to his
face, blowing on them to warm them up.
He grinned, putting his hands back
under the blanket. “I’m ok. It gives me a reason to come see you a
different time.”
I bit the insides of my cheeks,
trying to hide my grin as he placed his hands on his chair’s armrest. I moved a hand over to touch his, they were
freezing. “You’re sure?”
His eyes met mine as our hands
touched. He took my hand between
his. “I’ll be ok.”
There was no way to hide my grin or
blushing. There was chemistry
there. My heart skipped a beat as he
squeezed my hand and retracted his own.
He folded his arms over his
chest. “About that fence.”
My twitterpation dropped back down
to reality. “That fence…”
“It’s not as common to get one
installed in winter, but it might be cheaper, doing it off-season.”
I frowned, knowing I needed to be
honest. “I don’t actually have a job
right now. I’m still looking.”
“Oh.” He nodded awkwardly. “Well, that’s fine. We’ll figure it out. If you don’t mind Brutus hanging out back
here sometimes, then we don’t have to be in a huge rush.”
I smiled. “He’s welcomed any time. So are you.”
His face turned a shade of pink,
still looking in the direction of the fence.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
After
some time in silence, he announced he needed to head inside to get things ready
for the next day. “Still on for
tomorrow? 3pm?”
I
smiled. “Definitely.”
Thursday
My
anxiety grew as I prepared to go to Garrett’s for Thanksgiving. There was clearly something there, but I
assumed it would all be pretty friendly, with his parents and other neighbors
there. Still, I made a little extra effort,
getting ready.
He said
I didn’t need to bring anything, but I wasn’t going to show up empty-handed. Figuring it was a special day, I decided to
sacrifice and share some of my treasured citrus goodness. I planned to walk to his door like a normal
person, but I heard commotion in the back yard and decided to go that route.
Carrying
a bowl with a half dozen oranges, I met him and a handful of others in the
back. He smiled when he spotted me on my
way.
“What’s
the commotion back here?” I asked.
He
gestured to a pot a few yards away. “Deep
frying it this year.”
A nicely
dressed older woman walked up. “This is
my mother, Katherine. And this is my
neighbor, Alyssa.”
We gave
each other a smile. “Nice to meet you. How about I take that inside for you?” She offered.
“Oh, sure. Thanks.”
I handed her bowl.
“Oranges. For Thanksgiving. That’s new.”
She smiled before turning and heading inside.
I watched her place them on the
table after walking through the sliding glass doors. That was stupid. Why did I bring them? Especially if they wouldn’t even appreciate
them.
“Come meet my dad.” Garrett said, gesturing with his head. He introduced us and we shook hands.
“So, this is the new owner next
door?” His dad asked.
“Yep.”
I looked over at my fence, still assaulting Garrett’s private
property. “That’s me.”
After some conversation, I found
out that Garrett’s dad was a CEO of a major grocery store brand. He came from money. It all felt that much more awkward.
A couple of new neighbors
approached the growing backyard crowd, and I got to meet them for the first
time. It helped calm me, and was
actually a nice way to meet them. I was
starting to relax. Until I heard Garrett’s
voice say my name, behind my back.
“She doesn’t have a job right now.”
I looked over my shoulder,
astonished. Did he feel the need to blab
that to his parents, to explain why I brought over the oranges, instead of some
other fancier contribution? That was so
trivial. If nothing else, he was
probably excusing my fence ruining the aesthetics of his precious
backyard. No matter his reasoning, that
was uncalled for.
I shook my head, excusing myself
from the other neighbors and heading through the hole in the fence.
“Alyssa!” Garrett called, following after me. “Where are you going?”
I turned around, reading his
face. “I…have a migraine. I’m going to go lay down.”
He frowned. “Really?
I’m sorry. Can I help? Bring by a plate of food?”
My jaw clenched. He could be a real sweetheart sometimes, but
all I saw in him at that moment, was the same presumptuous jerk of our first
meeting. He was the guy who insulted my
grandparents over a stupid fence.
“No. Just leave me alone.” I took a deep breath, not wanting to get into
it. “I mean…I’ll be fine. Enjoy your time.” I turned around and headed inside.
***
After a good deal of seething, I decided to go
for a walk that evening. As I was
nearing my house, Garrett came out of his front door.
“Hey, you’re feeling better!” He smiled.
I rolled my eyes. “Something like that.”
He frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Maybe you need to learn to think
before you speak, and think of others’ feelings.” I chastised.
He furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about?”
I scowled. “Why would you tell your parents I’m
jobless? That’s the most tactless thing
ever.” I huffed. “I liked you.”
He frowned. “And I like you.” He shook his head. “And you think, what? I was judging you? That’s why I saved you a plate of food? That’s why I invited you in the first place? That’s why I’ve been looking for
opportunities to see you?”
I looked down at the sidewalk. He was a mixed bag of tricks, and I wasn’t
sure I was up for that kind of drama.
“My dad is looking for a new
executive secretary in his office.” He
said. “I figured, since you said you
were a receptionist, that you might be qualified.”
My heart rolled over. I was the idiot, the judgmental jerk. I looked up with an apologetic frown. “Really?”
He pressed his lips together,
raising his eyebrows. “If you would have
waited a couple of minutes, we could have talked about it.”
I couldn’t look him in the
eyes. “I just figured…I don’t know. The fence thing. Your parents probably have a really nice
place, and you want to, and if I can’t help pay…”
He stepped closer, holding my
hands. My eyes shot up to meet his.
“We really need to get to know each
other more.” He said with a slight
smile. “If money’s a big deal, I don’t
mind doing the work myself. I’m no
stranger to working with my hands, you know that.” His smile grew into a grin. “It might sound corny, but the idea of
building something with you sounds like a fun adventure.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know, poor Brutus seemed like he
enjoyed the freedom of two backyards.”
He smirked. “Then maybe we should add a gate in the
fence, so it’s easier for us to go between yards.”
I took a deep breath. “That adds an extra half grand to the total.”
He squeezed my hands. “Some things are worth the investment.” He winked.
“How about you come over? We’re
all just relaxing. You can talk to my
dad, if you’re interested in the job.”
My mouth hung open with indecision.
“You shouldn’t spend Thanksgiving
alone.”
I gave him a half-smile. “Sure.
I guess so.”
His face lit up. “And maybe, sometime tonight, we can talk
about going out…” He raised an
eyebrow. “Like, a real date?”
My heart leapt, screaming what I barely
said above a whisper, “I’d really like that.”
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