“How about this one?”
Carol eyed the clay fireplace on display at Home Depot. “It looks like your Uncle Hector. Same toothless grin.”
Derek glared at Carol. Hector was his favorite uncle and Derek his staunchest defender. Hoping to make it better, Carol smiled as if to say she couldn’t help being an ass.
“Not orange enough,” said Derek.
Now it was Carol’s turn to look muddled. What does the color of the have to do with anything? As if reading her mind, Derek explained.
“Remember when Hector used that spray-on tan? He was twice as orange as this thing.” Derek laughed and the tension dissolved.
Relieved, Carol sighed. “I like it. It has character. It would be nice on cool nights. We could sit on the patio and drink wine. All night if we wanted”
Derek moved closer to Carol and looked deep into her brown eyes. “What if we want to do a little more than talk on those cold nights. I sure as heck don’t want Uncle Hector watching us.”
Carol wrapped her arms around Derek’s neck and whispered in his ear.
“I guess we will just have to move the lounge chair out of sight.”
This story was written based on a photo prompt posted in Sunday Photo Fiction – March 5, 2017
Photo credit belongs to Dawn Miller
Word count 198.