#Writing Prompt Wednesday

As I was searching through images for my Instagram , I saw a picture that automatically made a scene pop into my head. Has that ever happened to you? It gave me the idea to start Writing Prompt Wednesday. Maybe not every Wednesday, but at least twice a month, I want to drop a short story inspired by some of the random pictures I find across the internet. Today it's this image by @rifkii.aa. I will share the image, and below the short scene it inspired. Whether it would be a part of a larger story, I don't know. It may or may not. But, doing short stories is a great writing exercise either way. The story is unpolished and not really edited. I wanted it to be raw, and exactly as it came out of my head as I envisioned the scene. I wrote yesterday afternoon, so it's rough, but still, I wanted to share it. Let me know what you think . 

Tia sighed and paused. The rain around her paused in the same anticipation, the day’s storm finally breaking. Still, water dripped from the spokes of her umbrella, the tiny droplets catching the neon lights of the nearby bars. Did she want to do this?

Probably not.

Would she fight her mother over it?

Tia snorted. An Arch Priestess of the goddess Amma?

Absolutely not.

So here she stood, just down the street from the restaurant where she was supposed to meet her blind date. It wasn’t as if Tia couldn’t trust her mother. Shantel knew her well, and had probably chosen a man Tia would like. Whether he would be mate potential was a whole separate issue. Tia danced a flame along her fingers, anxious for what she would find inside the small ramen place. She doused the flame as an elderly woman shot her a chastising look. Right, using elemental magic, even simple magic, in public was rude as hell. These days no one trusted Elementals. Not since the riots from a decade ago. How a yearly democratic event that disintegrated into riots was the fault of the Elementals, she’d never know. As far as she was concerned the Practicals’ cheating had started it and so they were to blame. She snorted. All this distrust over a few ‘small’ fires.

Tia waved a hand over her wrist and squinted at the tiny numbers hovering in the air. She still had five minutes before she needed to be inside, but stalling was moot. She didn’t plan on defying Shantel, so she may as well go in and get the date over with. Yes, she highly respected official, and well into maturity, but her mother still had power over her. Tia had to smile at the thought.

Steps no longer hesitant, she marched the ten feet to the beaded curtain separating the restaurant from the public. It was dark inside, but it took no time for her eyes to adjust. There were few tables, and even fewer patrons. Sighing, she made her way to a small metal table towards the back of the place.

Her butt had barely warmed the seat when a waitress stood at her side.

The woman placed a small menu at her elbow. “Good evening, what can I get you?”

“I’m, waiting for someone, so a glass of white wine for now.” Tia ordered.

Nodding, the waitress left, but was back just as quietly and quickly with a beautiful cut wine glass. Tia smiled in thanks and waited until the woman left. Waving a hand over the glass, she checked for magic. Finding none, she took a grateful sip.

“Expecting someone to poison your drink?” The voice sent a wave of heat through her body.

Caught off guard, some of her wine spilled down her shirt, the rest of it went down the wrong pipe. Choking, Tia glanced at the speaker with watering eyes. A handsome image floated in and out of focus as she coughed and fought to catch her breath. Once she was able to fully see the man, her breath stalled for a completely different reason. Was this the man she’d come to meet? If so, Shantel definitely got one part of it right.  The man towered over her, his body big, solid looking. Long dreadlocks brushed his shoulders, falling down over his muscular chest. He wore a tight gray sweater and loose fitting blue jeans. Dark eyes beneath heavy lashes watched Tia, his gaze assessing, but warm.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Amusement was threaded through his voice.

Embarrassed and slightly irritated, she glared. He handed her a napkin from the table. Patting her blouse, she growled and ordered her racing heart under control. She was old enough to not get worked up over a man. Let her mother tell it, she was too old not to. Barely a hundred years old and Shantel had nearly given up the dream of her daughter being mated.

Mates were overrated anyway. If Tia could get a few orgasms out of a man, then he’d served his purpose as far as she was concerned. She had aspirations and being mated wasn’t one of them.

“Let me replace your drink.” He offered.

She nodded, still struggling to calm the riotous feelings overtaking her body. Every time he spoke, it set loose another round of butterflies in her stomach.

He turned and held up two fingers to the waitress. Tia snuck a peek at his ass. Fanning her face, she sat back in her chair as he turned back to her.

“I’m Tyrell.” Holding out his hand, a smile covered his handsome face.

“Tia.”

He whispered her name as though tasting it. She squirmed in her chair.

“I’m sorry again about the drink. Do you mind if I sit?”

She gripped his hand, disappointment leaving a metallic taste in her mouth. He wasn’t the person she’d come to see.

Clearing her throat, she pulled her hand back and bit her lip. “I’m actually waiting for someone.”

His smile didn’t falter. “Is he late?”

Her lips twitched as she checked the time again. “By two tiny minutes.”

“We will consider it his loss, then.” Pulling out the chair across from her, Tyrell folded his huge body into it. “So, Tia, about your drink?”

Tia brushed a hand down the back of her short cropped hair. “Hazard of the job.”

“Poisonings? Interesting, where do you work?”

Tia waved away the question. Work was off the table. “So, how often does this game of yours work?”

His full lips lifted in a smirk. “I don’t play games, Tia. I saw a beautiful woman, and was drawn.”

Tia stared into his eyes, captivated. Her waitress returned with a fresh glass of wine for both of them. Tia’s hand hovered over the top, but Tyrell’s gaze had a flush staining her cheeks. She cleared her throat and lowered her hand. He smiled and tipped his glass to her.

“Are you ready to order?” The waitress asked.

“I’ll have the house special.” Tyrell and Tia said simultaneously.

Tia blinked, surprised, pleased. Though, it seemed silly. It was a simple ramen house, if a person wasn’t a picky eater, leaving it up to whatever the chef had prepared for the day wasn’t a stretch. The waitress left to do their bidding and Tia watched her new dinner date.

“Are you from the area?” She asked.

“Born and raised.” He tilted his head towards the right. “This used to be all country. Practicals minding their business, one with the planet.”

Tia hummed. “And then?”

He studied her a moment before answering. “And then Elementals came along and showed us what we’d been missing.”

She looked out the window to the bustling street, dissecting his words for malice. Cars and people congested the road, though the noise of it didn’t breach the walls of the restaurant. She knew how some Practicals viewed Elementals. The two groups didn’t always get along, though, luckily the skirmishes were few and far in between.  

“What about you?” Tyrell leaned his elbows against the table.

“A lot further than here.” She said evasively.

“So secretive, Tia.” He murmured, taking a sip of his drink.

“Well, in my defense, you’re a stranger.”

He snickered. “Touché.”

“I was supposed to be on a date tonight.” She admitted.

“A date? So you’re in a relationship?”

She shook her head and took a long gulp of her wine. “My mother wishes.”

He threw his head back and laughed.

She joined him, the sound contagious. Her shoulders relaxed under the alcohol of the wine and Tia adjusted in her chair, getting comfortable. No one had come in looking for her in the ten minutes she’d been sitting with Tyrell, so she was officially stood up. There was nothing stopping her from enjoying the company of a handsome man.

“What about you? Do you have a Practical woman at home wondering how late you’ll be at work tonight?”

“I meant what I said. I don’t play games.” His voice deepened and her body reacted.

Tia licked her lips.

“So, Secretive Tia, what can you tell a stranger about yourself?”

“I like ramen, a lot. I don’t have a lot of free time, so I’m very stingy with what I do with it.”

His eyebrows raised and he held out his hands. “Noted.”

She laughed. “Okay, that was bitchy.”

“So, you’re beautiful, and ambitious. I can ride with that. What else?” He trailed a finger across her hand.

Goosebumps raised along her arms, and heat bloomed low in her belly. It reminded her that it had been a while since she’d flirted. She took another sip, her body relaxing further. “Your turn.”

“I, too, work a lot, but I spend my free time on the water.”

“Boating?”

“Boating, fishing, swimming. I basically live in the ocean.” He gave her smile that sent moisture flooding her center.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been to the beach.” Could she even remember the last time she’d taken a day off?

Tyrell closed his eyes and made a sound.

“What?”

When he opened his eyes, her breath caught at his intense, hungry stare. “Just picturing you laying on the sand, under the moonlight.”

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Tia brushed her hand across the back of her head and looked away to break eye contact. His eyes were promising things that she was thinking harder and harder about taking him up on. She jumped as the waitress set a big bowl of steaming ramen on in front of her. The scent reached her next and reminded Tia that it had been some hours since the last time she’d eaten. Her stomach growled and she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

“Your stomach is telling you, you work too hard.”

She snorted, a chuckle escaping. “Whatever.”

He laughed and picked up his spoon. Quiet descended between them as they started eating. Though the quiet was comfortable, the looks they shared as they ate stretched the sexual tension between them tight. Tia crossed and uncrossed her legs as her sex throbbed. She watched his mouth, picturing all the things she wanted to do with his lips. He smiled as he caught her staring.

“Tia, Tia, Tia. Your eyes are writing me IOUs I would be more than happy to collect on.”

Electricity sent tingles up and down her body, her breasts swelling as heat flushed beneath her skin. Her knee brushed his under the table and Tia clamped her mouth shut to trap the moan that wanted to escape. She wanted to touch this man.

Hell, more than touch.

 She traced a finger across the top of her wine glass and considered his words.

“You’re deep in thought,” he commented.

“I’m debating the many ways I want you to collect.”

He paused, his spoon halfway to his mouth. It dropped back into the bowl with a clink. She’d surprised him, it was evident on his face. She smiled. Good. She also didn’t play games, it was important he knew that upfront. His throat worked, and his eyes scanned the restaurant, reaching under the table to adjust in his chair. She giggled at his loss of words.

He turned back to her and brushed his brow. “Okay, you caught me off guard with that one.”

The obsidian disk at her throat warmed and then beeped. It took her a moment to distinguish between the heat of desire and the call of her magic. It beeped again and she gripped her necklace. Tia debated ignoring it, but, with her job, that wasn’t exactly an option.

“Excuse me.”

His eyes narrowed, but he nodded.

She grabbed her purse and left the table, searching for privacy in the small dining area. Unable to find a private corner, she moved outside of the restaurant. She pulled the necklace up to face her. It was her mother.

“Hi, honey, how is your night going?”

Honesty or diplomacy? With Shantel, honest was the best way to go. “Your guy stood me up.”

Shantel frowned and tilted her head. “What guy?

“What do you mean ‘what guy’? Ma, the blind date?”

“Tia, I know you too well to set you up on a blind date. What in the world are you talking about?” Shantel leaned closer to her own obsidian.

  

“Mom, are you…” Tia’s heart started racing, her high from the date dissipating like fog as the day heated. “I talked to you. It was you. You sent me to meet…”

“Tia, I did no such thing. You need to leave there now!” Her mother stood, the room around Shantel blurring as she moved through her home.

Tia swung around to stare into restaurant’s window. She gasped at her dusty reflection staring back with wide eyes. She looked beyond the grimy glass and searched the interior. Not only was the table where she’d been sitting with Tyrell empty, but the whole restaurant was deserted. Broken table and chairs littered the floor of the dark room. She swayed on her feet, realization that she’d been hexed sank in. Tia gripped the wall.

Oh goddess, what had she done?