The Emerald That Smelled of Peaches and Cream

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The streets were dark, all the lamps and power had gone out. The storm had done a number on the small town in Vermont. A soft glow came out of most houses, people were beginning to bring up their candles and lanterns from the basements. Smoke rose from one particular house on the street. Inside that house an old man who sat in front of the fire place.

His legs were stretched out as he laid back on the couch. His daughter was off checking up on her kids, making sure they were alright. The old man stared at the fire, it tickled and danced upon the wood, occasionally spiting at the old man for staring at it. The old man was interrupted by his grandchildren who were screaming at one another as they ran down the stairs. They gallivanted into the living room, the eldest Eve pushed her little brother Marc out of the way so she could sit next to the old man.

“Mama said that if we asked you nicely you would tell us a story,” Eve said proudly as she snuggled into her grandfather.

“Did she now?” The old man asked as he pulled Marc up onto his lap.

Marc smiled and nodded “Yes she did!”

“So pleeeeease grandpa! Will you tell us a story!” Eve said, drawing out the e’s in please.

The old man tired to hide a smile, “I dunno I am a busy man.”

“Oh please please please!” The two begged.

The old man laughed, “oh alright I guess I can spare one story, what do you want to hear?”

“The one about how you and grandma met!” Marc piped up quietly.

The old man smiled sadly, “how me and grandma met eh? Alright, well. It was about 50 years ago, I was in my early 20s and your grandma had just turned 19. We lived in the same neighborhood for a few years but we never spoke to one another. I always tended to stay inside my house, I wasn’t much for socializing. But I worked at the Summer Festivals that our town put on every year. Her birthday just happened to land on the opening night of the Summer Festivals. Her friends decided to take her out that night.”

The old man was interrupted, “is that when you two met? Did you kiss her? Is that when you two fell in love?” Marc blurted out.

“Maybe if you don’t interrupt him, you’ll find out!” Eve sighed at her little brother.

“Yes Marc that was when we met. I can still remember to this day what it was like. The festival was out on the board walk, the air smelled of bad fired food and the sea salt from the ocean it was by. I was there working, I worked the Ferris Wheel. It wasn’t the best job, I would watch happy couples go on it. Sometimes someone would propose on the top and they would come down beaming or in one case in tears. That job made me feel lonely, but it’s how I met your grandma. She was in line with her girlfriends who were chattering around her, she looked bored. Beautiful and bored. Her hair was orange and curly bring out the green in her eyes so perfectly. I used to call her Emerald because of the color of her eyes. She had this beautiful baby blue polka-dot dress on that went down to her knees. She was the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She held herself in confidence, but you could tell she was shy by the way she held her arms in front of her chest. As she got closer in the line, the butterflies began to multiply in my stomach. Then suddenly she was next in line. ‘Lacy, we’re next come on, give the man your ticket.’ her friend said snapping her out of her daydream. She shook her head, rustling her curls and looked at me with her bright green eyes. She apologized and handed me the ticket. Her voice was soft and melodic, I fumbled with the line I always said to people ‘have a nice ride.’ She giggled and gave me a cute smile before running off to catch up with her friends. Her hair smelt like peaches and cream as she ran past me.

Later that night I was closing up the food stand, another job of mine I had, when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and there she was. At first I was confused at why she was there. She stuck her hand out to introduce herself, I managed to grasp her hand and spill my name out. She giggled at my shyness. She said she recognized me from around the street and decided to wait for me to finish up so I wouldn’t have to walk home alone. Her kindness took me off guard. But her kindness led to our future. We ended up taking the longest way home possible, and talked into the dead of night.”

“That’s it! You met at a festival?” Eve asked, feeling a little put down at how ordinary her grandparents met. She thought their story was more romantic.

“I think it’s soooooo cute and wonderful,” Marc gushed, he liked the simplicity at the story. He cuddled into the old man and closed his eyes, letting the heat of the flames cover him like a blanket.

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