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The Facade

Updated on April 11, 2015

To Share Or Not To Share?

I have begun this fictional story hundreds of times. Some of it flowed onto paper when I wasn't near a computer. Some of the story is on my computer now and some is still in my head! I will share the beginning with you. I will not be including sequels though I may share a scene from much later on in the story at a later date.

I am honestly a little nervous about sharing this. This story has been in my heart for years. It's time to pull the pieces together and let it be told. As a beginner, I would appreciate feedback. Thank you!

Prologue - Heather

Heather stared wide eyed at the press release. Her trembling hands matching the earth shaking tremors felt long ago in her soul. The corners of her glossy pink lips slowly turned skyward. She couldn't stifle the smile anymore and out poured hysterical laughter bringing a long over due sense of relief. Hallelujah, Hallelujah! For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! She was singing Handel's Hallelujah Chorus as she danced and jumped for joy in her tidy home. Deep emotions gushed out a long side the salty tears. If anyone was watching her now, they would be convinced she was a certified nut case.

Handel's Hallelujah Chorus

Hideaway Cafe'

The summer sun spared no mercy as it baked the city sidewalk. Emily made haste towards the alley and Hideaway Café. A quaint table adorned with pitchers of fresh flowers waited for her. Pleasant aromas of fresh food cooking wafted towards her seat. She placed her packages on one of the empty antique chairs then sat down. The shade given by a living canopy of Live Oaks and Spanish Moss spelled relief from the hot Georgia day. She took off her wide brimmed straw hat and waited for Shawn. He should arrive any moment. It was Thursday, their date day, and The Hideaway was their favorite spot. Conversation could flow freely here. Old Southern busy bodies didn't usually venture out to small, side street restaurants. Lord knows, the South has plenty of busy bodies. Nice church going women dressed with southern flair wearing skillfully applied make up, compliments of Mary Kay. They loved to Bless your heart! Turning one's back, a different story. A knife could enter in faster than one can say, "Jack Robinson!" Emily had no real reason to worry. Well liked, her smile radiated warmth. Her long, light brown hair framed her delicate face. Shawn would joke about her freckles. He would tell her angels had used her beauty as a canvas to perfect their drawing of miniscule dots! Emily didn't think it was funny, but she would laugh a long with Shawn, confident in his love for her. The green tint in her blue eyes glistened with joy. Her husband was a good catch; smart, tall, handsome, dark wavy hair, honest and hard working. They had met at Clemson. She had always dreamed of a wedding surrounded by Oaks with romantic hanging Spanish Moss. Her dreams came true as they exchanged vows on a beautiful Southern Plantation, their wedding colors a vibrant purple and orange. Now, Tiger paws decorate the man cave in their home! Clemson was a tradition in his family, one he hoped their own boys would someday follow.

Shawn approached the table and his genuine love for Emily was clear as he bent down to give his beautiful bride a kiss.

"You made it, how is your day going?"

" Good, but busy. Had a couple of showings this morning. One was with a couple from Chicago who are tired of the cold. They really liked one house I showed them, but they are not sure if they want to downsize that much. More grandchildren are expected and they want to make sure there's ample room for everyone! Money is no object. It's just a matter of finding them the perfect home with southern charm. You know, they want a house with a covered front porch, pillars, white picket fence, the whole deal."

They both laughed. Their home fit that description to a capital T! Large, white, two story home with a long covered front porch. Pink, flowered plants hanging from baskets, and pony palms in large urns adorned the front door. A brass pineapple knocker welcomed with genuine hospitality. Emily loved the white picket fence and swinging gate even though it creaked while opening. The tabby walkways beamed in the sun. Popular in the low country, they were on Emily's must have list.

" So Super Mom tell me about your day? Boys behaving?"

Em smiled at the heart felt compliment. "Christian and Noah are both fine. I have to keep reminding myself that Noah is a terrific two, not a terrible two! He gets into everything, he even tried to dig in the cat litter box today! It was disgusting. I can't take my eyes off of him for a second! I signed up Christian for swimming lessons again, he will be going into a different class now that he's four. He is so excited. Then, we came home and I sat in the hammock while they played in the yard. They have a ton of energy! Sometimes I feel I can't keep up with them and do everything around the house I need to do! I needed a break! Mmm, I love meeting you for lunch. My friends are all jealous. There husbands can't break away from work or they don't have anyone to watch the kids. I'm the lucky one of all!"

The waitress interrupted their conversation to take their order. Em noticed her purse jiggling. Her phone had begun to vibrate, but she chose to ignore it. She knew the kids were in competent hands. It was probably just her Mom, nothing important. She would check her voice mail later.

Copyright- Melissa Orourke- All Rights Reserved

Southern Romance



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      Melissa Orourke 3 years ago from Roatán, Islas De La Bahia, Honduras

      Heather hasn't been introduced yet. She was mentioned in the prologue. She will be in an important character throughout the entire story. On my computer, the next chapter talks about her. The connections will all make sense as the story unfolds!

      Thanks for reading, and giving me the courage to post it!

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      How is Heather connected to Emily? I think I missed something.

      I like your descriptions and the easy flow of your story. I'm anxious to see more.

      Voted up and interesting.