Short Story: A Narrative Fiction

Johnny mumbled, “Why is it people who were supposed to be so smart are so damn stupid?” “Did you say something to me?” Kellen asked as Johnny helped him with the next board. “No sir. Just thinking out loud. How many more of these are we gonna cut today?” “I just want to get enough cut to frame in the new wall and door frame. Do you have somewhere you need to be today?” Kellen had noticed Johnny’s unhappy tone. “No sir. I just don’t like so much quiet when we’re working. I like it when you talk to me and tell me stuff.” “Sorry. I guess I have a lot on my mind today. Hey, do you want to ride with me to Lowes tomorrow? The shipment of flooring came in.” A smile spread over Johnny’s face and his eyes lit up. “I’d love to go with you.” “Great. …show more content…

Then she wandered into the kitchen. Removing the bowls of veggies and fruits, she placed them on the counter and found the cutting board and a strainer. Rhian busied herself making a light dinner. A basket she had not noticed earlier sat on the table with a bottle of wine and a fresh loaf of bread. Grabbing the bread out of the basket, she opened the package and inhaled the scent. Her stomach growled as she sliced off a piece and spread some of the soft churned butter over …show more content…

“Who is it?” Rhian’s breath caught when she saw a handsome stranger’s deep blue eyes looking back at her. “Hello Signorina St. Claire. I am Dante Barone. I own the art store in town. You ordered some supplies?” Rhian opened the door and smiled. “Oh, how nice to meet you. I’m afraid you have caught me just getting up and around.” She could feel the blush on her skin. “Please, come in.” Dante Barone stood at least six-feet tall and had beautiful wavy brown hair. He wore a form-fitting blue shirt, a pair of tight blue jeans that didn’t leave much to the imagination, and a pair of Armani shoes. “No need to apologize. It is I who should apologize for coming so early. When we got your order for the art supplies, I was intrigued and wanted to meet this American painter.” “Would you like some coffee and fruit? I just made myself something to eat. I can’t wait to check out the art supplies. My entire life, I have wanted to come to Italy and paint,” she replied, her enthusiasm evident in her voice. She rambled on as she always did when she became nervous. Oh that