A Valentine Tale..Pat's Heartbeat Challenge To anxious women everywhere....My heartbeats, like a jungle drum, increase in pace as the moment I have longed for draws ever closer. My lover is coming to stay for Valentine's Day and I am cooking an exotic dinner to be followed by a special desert...me with whipped cream maybe....
Excitement builds and the hall mirror complains bitterly that I have already looked at my carefully made up reflection far too many times already...
Cushions are plumped and the dinner checked yet again as I wander about making sure everything is just so.
Very soon, very soon, it won't be long now. Must check my lipstick again! The mirror groans...
Now my heart is pounding, threatening to deafen me, as suddenly the cats prick their ears - they hear a familiar car drawing up outside...the click of the door, my heart thumping so loudly now, and there in the doorway -
Mum!
I didn't expect you! Yes, the place does look very tidy. Can't stop? Just saying hello? Oh dear, never mind..it was lovely of you to drop in...
Sigh....
Now my heartbeat has calmed and Mum is on her way home. I notice the rain has stopped at last and think of the poor garden birds. So, with oversized mens slippers on my feet (I so love to wear them!) and jacket over my shoulders, I take a bowl of food outside.
My giant footwear does not help at all as I slip on some wet mud! I fall awkwardly, scattering birdseed and my jacket and also breaking polished fingernails as I land on the muddy ground with a thud. Then, as if waiting for this very moment, the Heavens open....I sit and cry.
My hands, clothes, feet are all covered in mud, my dripping hair is plastered to my wet face and my make-up is no doubt running down my cheeks as I forlornly trudge back to the house. I open the door and to my horror, there he stands! There stands the gorgeous man I have fretted for all day; the man I made myself irresistible for; the man I so wanted to please....
His expression, at first concerned, turns to laughter at the sorry sight of me. I want to cry bitterly but a grin seizes my mouth and I am compelled to join in with his laughter.
Oh, but then, then my heartbeat threatens to drown out the sound of laughter as he takes me, wet and muddy, into his arms.
As his hungry kisses smother my face, smudging further my ruined make-up, he takes a breath to tell me that I have never looked so adorable nor so lovely!
And the mirror can't help but to laugh with us.
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