Monday, August 18, 2014

Part 2 ~ Breakfast at Kate’s Café: A short story I wrote with characters from The Deceiver Saga.


Please read Part 1 first (blog from 8/16/14)

 

Breakfast at Kate’s Café
R. J. Machado De Quevedo

Chapter 1 – Palest of Roses

Part 2

Copyright 2014

 

        This beautiful woman was unlike any other woman he’d ever met. Simply looking at her delicate face made him feel something he’d never felt before around another human being: complete and utter surrender. He could feel his heart racing and a warmth awakening his soul.

She kept a watchful eye on him as she approached. There was more within her eyes than her words ever said. They were full of intelligence, careful observation, and something that took him only moments to identify after talking with her for the first time — sorrow. She had eyes burdened with a history of many sorrows locked within, a story all her own. Sorrow was something he knew all too well. David wished desperately that someday she would trust him enough to share it with him.

Melanie glared at him as she walked past and set the menus down at the far end of the little work table beneath the lockers. Once her arms were free, she pulled out the cold steel chair and sat down slowly, as if determined to show how unaffected she was by his presence.

“Bishop,” David said warmly, turning to watch her as she began shuffling the menus into manageable stacks.

“David,” Melanie said, in a small voice, focusing on her menus.

“How are you this morning?” David asked, walking up beside her. He put his hands on the stack of menus in front of her, stopping her busy hands and encouraging her to not ignore him. He could help with her chore if she’d let him. She just had to insert the new lunch specials for that month into the center flap of the menus, a simple but tedious task.

“I’m fine. Will you move your hand please?” Melanie asked. She looked up at him standing so close. His upper torso was nearly over her as he leaned onto the menus.

David’s breath caught, realizing how close they were. He hadn’t meant to get in her personal space quite this boldly. He looked down into her beautiful face and watched as the blush that had started to retreat flare back to life once more making her cheeks a tempting shade of pink on white.

Like the palest of roses. God she’s so beautiful.

Melanie leaned away from him, still looking up with what he began to recognize as suspicion. She appeared so delicate and unsure sitting there, her shoulders tight, and her eyes wide.

David removed his hand and took a slow step back. He watched confused as her shoulders relaxed and she took a breath, realizing there was fear in her eyes as well as mistrust.

But why? What did I do wrong?

“I’m sorry, Bishop. I didn’t mean to startle you. Can I help?” David asked gently, trying to smile to show he only had friendly intentions.

“No,” Melanie snapped back. She turned to face forward once more, her long hair swinging as she did so.

David watched mesmerized as her hair settled against her back. His hand rose to touch it of its own accord, and he quickly stuffed it back into his pocket, glad that she wasn’t watching him. He reminded himself that it would not be the act of a gentleman to simply reach out and touch her long, strawberry-blonde ponytail without her permission.

What if she feels my desire through my touch and becomes frightened of me? I couldn’t bear it if she did. “All right, let me know if you change your mind,” David answered with a patient, understanding tone. “I’ll just go get the salad bar dressed before lunch kicks in.”

David slowly retreated. He glanced back at Melanie and watched as she reached up to pull her long ponytail forward around her shoulder, twisting it in her hand possessively as if she’d somehow known the impulse he’d had.

He loved to watch her when she didn’t know he was looking, if only for a moment. She did the sweetest things. He felt a pleased smile spread across his face. Simply watching her made him feel warm, alive, and excited about how their unknown story would turn out. Would he ever win this girl’s trust? Would she ever express a reciprocating affection for him? Would he ever get to hold her, just hold her and feel her breathe within his arms? God, he hoped so.

  

(To Be Continued…Stay Tuned)

Dear reader: I welcome your comments or questions!

R. J. Machado De Quevedo

(Author of ‘The Deceiver Saga’, Speaker, Blogger, Dreamer)

 


Follow me on Twitter @TheDeceiverSaga


 

Author R. J. Machado De Quevedo is also a member of Tate Speakers Bureau. To hire R. J. to come speak at your event, please review her Electronic Press Kit at: http://tatespeakers.com/epk/?id=18111

 

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Part 1 ~ Breakfast at Kate’s Café: A short story I wrote with characters from The Deceiver Saga.


I recently posted a challenge to my readers on my Facebook page asking who was interested in reading a short story about that’s based on the first person perspective of one of my other characters in The Deceiver Saga. So here it is! Hope you enjoy!

 

 Breakfast at Kate’s Café

R. J. Machado De Quevedo

Chapter 1 – Palest of Roses

Part 1

Copyright 2014

 

 David pulled his black Jeep Rubicon into the restaurant parking lot. He spotted Melanie’s little red Civic and smiled, feeling a familiar flutter in his stomach. His heart stopped beating for a moment in pure anticipation. Good, she’s working this morning! He couldn’t wait to get inside to see her. He parked next to her car and shut off his engine with a hurried excitement.

Grabbing his apron and a couple of pens from his console, David jumped out of his Jeep. He ran his hand gently along the side of the little red Civic, wanting to touch something she had touched. He was thankful to be here, to be alive. Every time he came to work she might be here, and it gave him something to look forward to.

He had only been home from the war for six months. He’d been an Air Force Captain and had flown an HH-60 Pave-Hawk Helicopter for a team of Pararescue Jumpers in Afghanistan. After having such a dangerous, high-intensity career, it had been hard transitioning back.

His counselor, Pastor Matthews, had encouraged him to find a job to reinsert himself into society, so he became a waiter at Kate’s Café. It wasn’t rocket science, but it did force him to be around everyday people. It was a healthy exercise to help him re-associate himself with American life, void of unnecessary pressure or responsibility while he dealt with his PTSD head on, reclaiming his internal victory.

David stretched then rolled his head on his shoulders, letting out a slow breath to dislodge the flood of memories that had infiltrated his mind. He took in a deep breath through his nose, smelling the crisp morning spring air and smiled softly. He was alive and had a chance to work with Melanie Bishop today.

Melanie was full of determination and fire. She sparked within him everything it meant to truly be alive. He respected her wit, her tenacity, and her desire to work a full-time job while going to college. She gave him another reason to have hope—the hope that someday he would be a part of her life and belong to her. It was a hope that constantly nourished his determination to recover.

David sighed and swooped down to pick a little yellow flower out of the colorful flowerbed. He looked around to make sure no one was watching as he lifted her windshield wiper and secured it underneath.

Just a harmless token of my affection for the woman I adore, David thought with contentment.

He entered the restaurant through the rear entrance and walked through the dimly lit, overcrowded storage area, to the brightly illuminated office and staff lockers beyond. David went to his tiny locker and threw some of the extra pens inside, grabbed his notebook and stuffed it in the pocket of his apron. It wasn’t really for taking orders. His quick mind and sharp memory made even the special requests for extra ranch and no onions seem elementary.

The little notebook was mostly used to write little notes and slip them into Melanie’s apron or into the slot in her locker as he’d walk by, and, if he could manage it, clip them to her windshield before he’d leave.

David looked up, having felt her coming toward him like a warm breeze, her soul calling to his like a whisper. He looked to his right, seeing her approach, her eyes down as she watched her step on the crowded floor, boxes scattered haphazardly here and there from that morning’s delivery. Her arms were full of menus making it hard for her to see where her feet where landing.

The creamy white skin of her face and neck looked so smooth. It could’ve been blended from silk and sunlight.

Melanie looked up and saw David watching her approach.

His chest swelled with the air he had to remind himself to take in.

Seeing his eyes on her, she blushed, a warm pink rushed up her cheeks betraying her embarrassment, and she bit her lower lip, showing how nervous she was.

She’s so lovely. She always bites that lower lip. If she only knew how it drives me crazy. God, I want so badly to kiss her.

David watched as she dropped her eyes back to the floor before she stiffened her shoulders and pulled them back up with a blaze of defiance. He couldn’t help but smile at her show of will. He loved that about her.

Melanie’s defiant eyes reconnected with his, and he saw her struggle to not look away from him. She had the clearest blue eyes he’d ever seen. He felt drawn to them, unable to stop himself from falling into their endless depths.

 

(To Be Continued…Stay Tuned)

Dear reader: I welcome your comments or questions!

R. J. Machado De Quevedo

(Author of ‘The Deceiver Saga’, Speaker, Blogger, Dreamer)

 


Follow me on Twitter @TheDeceiverSaga


 

Author R. J. Machado De Quevedo is also a member of Tate Speakers Bureau. To hire R. J. to come speak at your event, please review her Electronic Press Kit at: http://tatespeakers.com/epk/?id=18111