Into the Wild
“Your tea, Madame,” James announces, setting the usual tray of the usual things in the usual place.
There is comfort in routine. Yvette tries to convince herself; but today, her mantra’s unsuccessful.
“James, get the Bentley ready, and put the top down.”
She pulls a dust-dulled plastic shroud from the flowered chiffon dress, opens the hat box with the large-brimmed, sweetgrass hat and dons them. No need for shoes where she’s going.
She speed-dials and says, “See you there at three.”
Engine purring, she embarks with her perfumed fuzzy blanket and full picnic basket, off into the wild.
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the host of Friday Fictioneers.
Tao-Talk 
Sounds like someone’s on a promise
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Neil, it’s another kind of routine, but not nearly as dull. Thanks for reading and your comment.
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Well you have left me curious! hehehe
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Wow , Lisa 💜
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Far out, Lisa …. but I’ll go just about anywhere in that car!!
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Hope she enjoyed this rendezvous
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