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Authors: R. E. Swanson
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Short Stories, Military, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Fiction, Inspirational, multicultural, Holidays, Multicultural & Interracial, Short Stories & Anthologies, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Single Authors
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killing me, dude.”
Just as they were about to make their way off the sand and onto the road, Adam saw a woman on the beach. She was running toward Adam and she looked frantic. “Help! Sir, please help! I’ve locked my keys in my car and my dog, Piper is inside, along with all of my belongings.” She looked about thirty, with short dark hair and an Italian accent. Adam and Marcos looked at each other and then at the woman. Then, Adam spoke up.
“Where’s your car, miss?”
“Right down there. On Bastille Road.” The woman pointed down a side road leading away from the beach. She was visibly upset and her hair hung loosely to her shoulders. Adam touched her arm and looked her in the eye.
“Please try to calm down. We’ll have a look.” He motioned for Marcos to follow him and the three hurried off down Bastille Road, which was a few minutes minutes off the beach. When they reached the road, the woman ran quickly toward her car, a small red Karman Ghia, and waved for the men to follow. Adam looked at Marcos, who shrugged, and they continued toward the car.
“Here.” The woman ran to the passenger side door, and a small dog looked out the window. Adam had a look inside and could see that her car had several zipped backpacks inside, and what looked to be a grocery bag, as well. He leaned on the window and had a look at the door handle. “Piper! Oh, poor Piper. I’m so sorry!” The woman pressed her hand against the glass window, and the dog pressed its nose to the same spot.
“I just might be able to fix this.” Adam squinted and tried to see if the plate of glass would budge if he leaned even harder. When he did, it bent in a little, but he didn’t want to break the glass, so he backed off. “I’m going to need a hanger. Lucky for you, this car doesn’t have automatic windows, so it might work.” He nodded his head and decided that the challenge was a bit exciting. The woman clasped her hands and then looked at Marcos, who was watching with curiosity as his friend tried to solve the dilemma.
“There’s a clothing store down on Castor Avenue that might have one.” She looked around, trying to see if there might be another place that was closer. Just then, a man came outside on one of the front porches.
“Maybe that guy has one.” Adam looked in the man’s direction, then back at the car. The dog wagged its tail and barked. He was a Jack Russell Terrier, and he seemed to be just as concerned about his entrapment as his owner. The woman wasted no time and bounded away from the car and toward the man’s front steps.
“Sir. I’ve locked my keys in my car and we need a hanger to pry open the window. Please help. My dog is trapped inside.” The woman wore a short linen skirt, and Marcos noticed that she had nice, toned legs and perfectly painted toes. She reached the bottom of the steps and stopped. The man silently held up one finger and went inside his house. A minute later, he reappeared with a wire hanger and handed it to the woman. “Merci.” The woman bowed her head in thanks and headed back toward the car.
Adam took the hanger from her and started his magic on the window. He inched the bent wire over the edge of the glass pane and then slid it down toward the black oblong knob that would eventually unlock her door. When he got the wire close to it, he spoke, hoping conversation would calm her panicky nerves. “What’s your name, by the way?” He was sweating now since the sun was at its peak for the day. He glanced at Piper and for a second felt a twinge of worry about the dog. He didn’t want to have to bash in her windshield, but he also didn’t want the dog to become dehydrated in the Colombian sun.
“I’m Rose.” The woman smiled and looked hopefully at Piper. He was now on his hind legs and scratching at the window. Rose wanted to go home, back to her art studio and her quiet
Just as they were about to make their way off the sand and onto the road, Adam saw a woman on the beach. She was running toward Adam and she looked frantic. “Help! Sir, please help! I’ve locked my keys in my car and my dog, Piper is inside, along with all of my belongings.” She looked about thirty, with short dark hair and an Italian accent. Adam and Marcos looked at each other and then at the woman. Then, Adam spoke up.
“Where’s your car, miss?”
“Right down there. On Bastille Road.” The woman pointed down a side road leading away from the beach. She was visibly upset and her hair hung loosely to her shoulders. Adam touched her arm and looked her in the eye.
“Please try to calm down. We’ll have a look.” He motioned for Marcos to follow him and the three hurried off down Bastille Road, which was a few minutes minutes off the beach. When they reached the road, the woman ran quickly toward her car, a small red Karman Ghia, and waved for the men to follow. Adam looked at Marcos, who shrugged, and they continued toward the car.
“Here.” The woman ran to the passenger side door, and a small dog looked out the window. Adam had a look inside and could see that her car had several zipped backpacks inside, and what looked to be a grocery bag, as well. He leaned on the window and had a look at the door handle. “Piper! Oh, poor Piper. I’m so sorry!” The woman pressed her hand against the glass window, and the dog pressed its nose to the same spot.
“I just might be able to fix this.” Adam squinted and tried to see if the plate of glass would budge if he leaned even harder. When he did, it bent in a little, but he didn’t want to break the glass, so he backed off. “I’m going to need a hanger. Lucky for you, this car doesn’t have automatic windows, so it might work.” He nodded his head and decided that the challenge was a bit exciting. The woman clasped her hands and then looked at Marcos, who was watching with curiosity as his friend tried to solve the dilemma.
“There’s a clothing store down on Castor Avenue that might have one.” She looked around, trying to see if there might be another place that was closer. Just then, a man came outside on one of the front porches.
“Maybe that guy has one.” Adam looked in the man’s direction, then back at the car. The dog wagged its tail and barked. He was a Jack Russell Terrier, and he seemed to be just as concerned about his entrapment as his owner. The woman wasted no time and bounded away from the car and toward the man’s front steps.
“Sir. I’ve locked my keys in my car and we need a hanger to pry open the window. Please help. My dog is trapped inside.” The woman wore a short linen skirt, and Marcos noticed that she had nice, toned legs and perfectly painted toes. She reached the bottom of the steps and stopped. The man silently held up one finger and went inside his house. A minute later, he reappeared with a wire hanger and handed it to the woman. “Merci.” The woman bowed her head in thanks and headed back toward the car.
Adam took the hanger from her and started his magic on the window. He inched the bent wire over the edge of the glass pane and then slid it down toward the black oblong knob that would eventually unlock her door. When he got the wire close to it, he spoke, hoping conversation would calm her panicky nerves. “What’s your name, by the way?” He was sweating now since the sun was at its peak for the day. He glanced at Piper and for a second felt a twinge of worry about the dog. He didn’t want to have to bash in her windshield, but he also didn’t want the dog to become dehydrated in the Colombian sun.
“I’m Rose.” The woman smiled and looked hopefully at Piper. He was now on his hind legs and scratching at the window. Rose wanted to go home, back to her art studio and her quiet
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