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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: A stranger in a strange land
Character: Jack Sheridan, Melinda Monroe
Word Count: 212
Prompt: shadows
Finished: 03.08.2021
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Jack looked up when Mel entered the bar, a paper cup with coffee in her hands. „I see, you did cheat on me,“ he laughed.
She pulled a strain of her hair back; her eyes were sparkling. „Coffee seems to be a better way to start into the day than Whiskey. But I hope to get a square breakfast here.“ She dropped down onto one of the stools at the bar, and his heart was beating quicker.
It was a ridiculous feeling; he barely knew her for 24 hours, yet it felt like years already. As if she was the woman he had always waited for. Since... instinctively, he balled his fists when the memories hit him. No, it was impossible. Too much had happened in his life; even if he had managed it to pull himself out of the darkness, the shadows of his past would never be gone completely. And he had no right to pull someone else down into this nightmare.
He shook his dark thoughts off and smiled when he answered: “Eggs with ham and toast. Or pancakes, maybe?“ Even if there would never be more, at least he could be her friend. Probably she could need one; to be a stranger in Virgin River never was easy.
Character: Jack Sheridan, Melinda Monroe
Word Count: 212
Prompt: shadows
Finished: 03.08.2021
:::
Jack looked up when Mel entered the bar, a paper cup with coffee in her hands. „I see, you did cheat on me,“ he laughed.
She pulled a strain of her hair back; her eyes were sparkling. „Coffee seems to be a better way to start into the day than Whiskey. But I hope to get a square breakfast here.“ She dropped down onto one of the stools at the bar, and his heart was beating quicker.
It was a ridiculous feeling; he barely knew her for 24 hours, yet it felt like years already. As if she was the woman he had always waited for. Since... instinctively, he balled his fists when the memories hit him. No, it was impossible. Too much had happened in his life; even if he had managed it to pull himself out of the darkness, the shadows of his past would never be gone completely. And he had no right to pull someone else down into this nightmare.
He shook his dark thoughts off and smiled when he answered: “Eggs with ham and toast. Or pancakes, maybe?“ Even if there would never be more, at least he could be her friend. Probably she could need one; to be a stranger in Virgin River never was easy.