I wanted to write a Harlequin@ type story for my lady friends and the guys who like that type of story . I have to admit I have read a Harlequin Romance and found it syrupy sweet . This is my take on how I would write one . I am not a good writer of dialogue between people . I would sooner use visual triggers rather than keep saying "Said" "asked" "replied" "answered" and the ilk . I wish I could but this is all I have
From Julies window she could see the fog lifting and the clouds dispersing; opening natures window blinds to let the sunshine in . She ran the water and rinsed her hands off wiping them on her apron . She chose to stay home after being stuck in what she called “ a job going nowhere”
Julie had a son named Jared who had gone off to college two years ago. so she was all alone on her parcel of land at the foothills of Pekoe Mountain. She baked for the Girl Scout troops in town and grew wildflowers and took them into town twice a week and sold them at the local farmers market. Today was market day .
Julie switched off the kitchen lights and grabbed her keys pulling the thick mahogany door behind her.
Outside Julie gathered her flowers from the galvanized buckets and placed them in her van . Her husbands chainsaw was still in the back of the van . Like she did every week she shifted the chainsaw to the side of the van ; making room for her flowers .
Julies husband Dylan was a lumberjack who worked up on Pekoe Mountain . Just before their son Jared had gone off to college; Jared had been falling trees when a wildfire broke out and perished in the fire. Julie and Dylan were high school sweethearts and had been together close to twenty two years .
Julie couldn’t bare the thought of getting rid of her husbands chainsaw so there it stayed.
Pulling out of her laneway onto the dirt road and heading into town Julie spots two fallow deer running through the tall grass and smiles .
At the market Julie takes her usual spot and opens the doors and sets up her vendors permit . It’s close to seven a.m ; opening time. She quickly makes a run for the canteen and grabs a coffee , saying hello to the vendors on her way .
The sun is shining and the market shoppers start to trickle in stopping at the various vendors selling everything from fresh preserves to hand knitted sweaters . Soon the market is crammed full of people .
Julie continues tying bunches of flowers together ; bunches of fifteen . Most of the other vendors sell them in bunches of twelve but she sells them for five dollars as do most other vendors. As she cuts off strands of colored ribbon and ties them she hears a familiar voice .
“Morning Julie “ It was one of her regulars .
“Good morning -lovely day isn’t it “ Julie replied sipping on her coffee
“ I need me the biggest brightest bunch of flowers you have Julie “
Julie smiled . He had came to the market every Saturday and picked the usual bunch of flowers . Orange Dahlias and Yellow mums.
“ Someone sure is lucky to get all these flowers “ Julie said ; handing him the flowers
“Actually I’ m the lucky one Julie -see you next week .
“You know ;I’ve been coming here for close to two years now and still don’t know your name “ he added “I’’m Jake “
“Its Julie -glad to know your name -see you next week “
They shook hands and he left .
JOE SAYS : URG !!! It s a romance I need filler -I know how it ends but hate writing dialogue so I will tell you in point form
-Jake continues to buy flowers from Julie
_Time passes- Jake explains why he is the lucky one rather than the person getting the flowers he buys
-Jake buys the flowers every week in colors and of the flower type his wife loves
_Jake brings the flowers to his wifes grave every week . His wife passed away from cancer almost two years ago>he was the lucky one becuase he had the privelege of knowing ;falling in love and loving her for close to twenty five years
_jake is a forest ranger and the day Julies husband Dylan perishes in the fire ; it is Jake who retrieves his body and brings it back from the side of the mountain
-Julie and Jake soon become friends through the circumstances of their lives
_ Neither are ready for romance so they are quite content as good friends
;Some times friendships can mean more than romantic interludes .
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