“Can you read the tombstone, then? What does it say? I forgot my glasses and can’t see a blasted thing!”
Lori crouched down beside the ancient broken tombstone to get a better look. “It’s no use,” she said. ” The letters are too far gone.” She removed her glove and ran her hand over the stone. “It’s a shame.”
She quickly looked up into John’s face then and she could see by the look in his eyes, he had smelled it too.
“Narcissus” they said in unison. But this was December and already there was a fine powder of snow covering the ground.
“See, I told you I had found it!” John said triumphantly.
Lori put her glove back on and removed her sunglasses. “Okay, so what’s our next move?” She asked.
“It’s all right here” he said, patting the briefcase he held in his hand. “Let’s go to the Moustache Cup and I’ll explain it all to you over a cup of coffee.”
He sat the case down on the table and carefully worked the combination. She watched and admired the muscles in his face quiver like a well-run machine. She approved of his new look. He looked up and caught her staring. Self-consciously he rubbed his bald head and his cheeks turned a bright shade of red.
Her blue eyes twinkled. “Looks good on you.”
“And you look good as a redhead,” he blushed. “Now, according to the legend, we will need all this here, “he said and he handed her a two-page list.
Quietly and inconspicuously an older couple sat eating their dinner. “I wish we could move closer.”
“No, it’s too risky, ” he said.
“But, I can’t hear the conversation.” She said. “It’s wonderful to be back here. I still had doubts about your legend then, you know. I still can’t believe it was true!”
“And I can’t believe I fell for you, ” he said with a wink.
Written for Magpie Tales.