Another Wednesday, another #1lineWed prompt for inspiration. Today’s theme is all about the delicate and fragile things in life. After doing a search of Tucker’s story, I realize I need to add more of this into the story. That said, I did find this one incident. This is a scene I wrote based on a #ThursdayThreads prompt. It may or may not appear in the final version of Red Dirt #8, because I haven’t gotten to this part of the story yet. Anyway, just a random scene that’s sort of fun.
“Failure is not an option.” The words beat against his brain in time to the pounding of his feet on the pavement. He kept his eyes on the prize—the ancient RV painted orange and white. Traffic congestion was his friend. The vehicle turned the corner and he dashed through an alley. With luck, this shortcut would bring him closer to his goal—catching Zoe.
God but he’d been a idiot—too stupid to live, as his mother and brothers pointed out. quite gleefully in truth. At least he wasn’t so dumb that he didn’t learn from his mistakes.
Horns blared, and above them all came a sound that made him laugh—a horn that played the University of Tennessee’s unofficial fight song, “Rocky Top.” He took off at a lope. He still had time, could still fix the fragile thing growing between Zoe and him, the thing that he’d broken.
“Failure is not an option.” He chanted that over and over in his head to the beat of his feet pounding on the sidewalk. Sliding to a stop, he waited for the door to open. Then Zoe stood there, staring down at him, her face showing shock before hardening.
She crossed her arms over her chest, stubborn chin jutting. “What are you doing here, Tucker?”
Good question. He answered honestly. “Groveling.”
“I love you.”
Her face softened. “Oh,” she whispered.
“I wanna be the hero in your story, Zoe.”
He cupped her face, brushing away a tear with his thumb.
“Absolutely,” he vowed.
Anyone have fragile or delicate words to share from a WIP? What’s going on in your life that might need some TLC because it’s fragile or delicate?