Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is “cold”. We are back with my new Sci-Fi story.
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The translucent ice cubes bobbed in the pale green liquid like ducks floating on a tranquil lake. Dani stared at the goblet-like glass in front of her. Alcohol was certainly not her thing. She normally indulged in a cup of tea for her nightcap before turning into bed.
After what she witnessed tonight? No amount of camomile would settle her nerves.
She snatched up the margarita and guzzled about half of it. The cold liquid and the bite of the alcohol sent a shiver up her spine. She didn’t want Ezra to think she was a lush but it had been a rough night. She glanced up at him, finding him staring at the imported bottle of Mexican beer sitting on the table before him. The beads of sweat drizzled past the gold label and pooled around in, reflecting the bright colors of the painted tabletop.
There was a buzz in the little hole in the wall Mexican restaurant. It was enough to drown out the questions that Dani had for Ezra. She glanced around the place at the other patrons enjoying their chips and salsa or their ordered dishes. Most of the tables had no fewer than three empty margarita glasses on them. The walls were painted yellow gold with red and green accents. Painted artwork was nailed into the plaster to give the place a homelike feel.
Dani took one last look around her, sucked a deep breath that reached her belly button, then spoke. “So. About your little friend there.”
“He isn’t my friend by any means,” Ezra growled. His gaze still didn’t reach hers. He kept it locked on his beer bottle.
Dani laid her hands in her lap and twisted them, flustered. Things around her grew a little fuzzy. She was such a lightweight.
Before she had a chance to pry further, Ezra continued. “It all started when I was nine. I was playing Ghosts In the Graveyard with my cousins at my grandparent’s farm in Wisconsin.”
Dani didn’t think as she pointed to herself. “I’m from Indiana. I’m just on the other side of Lake Michigan.”
The glare Ezra gave her shut her up quick. She dropped her hand back to the table. “Sorry,” she apologized.
Ezra’s head dropped low again. “No, it’s not your fault. I’m the one who should say I’m sorry. It’s just - I’ve never told anyone this. Not even my parents.”
“Go on,” Dani encouraged as she leaned closer.