Mystery
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Sweet Pete Russell
Daniel Stone
Molly looked at the battered kettle in her hands and felt worried.
She walked over to the window, reflecting on her surroundings. She had always loved San Diego with its temperate weather and upbeat style. But it was a place that left her unsure. A place that pushed her tendency to worry.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone, that shook loose her thoughts, snapping her back to reality. It was Pete.
Molly gulped. Glancing at her own reflection. She could see the worry in her own eyes. She still hadn't learned to hide her emotions. Her friends could always see right through her facade. Especially Pete.
Today has been a long time coming. Plans made and broken more times than either cared to count. But no one could be prepared for what was in store today.
The wind whipped through the trees as the clouds grew darker overhead. The atypical weather did nothing but add to her unease.
As Molly stepped outside and Pete came closer, she could see the same worry in his eyes.
Molly looked down, even more nervous and still holding the battered kettle. "Pete, I don't know where to start," she replied.
They stood there and stared at each other, not wanting to be the one to make the first move.
"I have something to show you" Molly blurted out. "Come have some tea with me" she said, before quickly turning around and rushing back inside.
Pete looked puzzled, emotions whirling through his mind. He paused briefly, quickly gathered himself, and followed her through the door.
This work was an entry to the San Jose Public Library's Fall into Fiction 2022 short story contest.
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