Daily Prompt: Silver Screen

Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write!

You have reached the Winter of our Discontent
by D. B. Mauldin

It was a cold, snowy day in January. Elaine was cleaning house when she heard the knock at her door. She figured it was her grandpa checking in to make sure everything was okay. She opened the door and found herself looking into the biggest blue eyes she had ever seen. A shock went through her body and she seemed to be unable to move, to speak, or to look away from those eyes.
The man smiled and Elaine felt like she was evaporating into a pool of love. Love? That jolted her back into herself. What was she thinking? She didn’t even know this man!
“Can I help you with something?” Elaine asked, once she found her voice.
“Yes. I was wondering if we could use your phone? My name is Duane and this is my girlfriends son, Matt.”
Elaine felt her heart drop to her knees when he said, “girlfriend”. What was wrong with her? Why should it matter?
“Matt got a used motorcycle for Christmas and we were trying it out, but it went dead on us up the road a bit. I just need to call my girlfriend so she can come get us,” Duane finished. There was an accent that told Elaine he was not from Grove Mountain.
“Yes. Yes, of course. Come on inside. The phones right there on the bar,” Elaine gestured toward the phone as the two young men stepped into the warm trailer.
Elaine excused herself and headed for the restroom to give them some privacy with the call. She needed to splash some cold water on her face, anyway, and try to pull herself together a little bit. There was something about his eyes, his smile, his accent that had thrown her ‘head over heels’ in love. She was open to ‘love at first sight’, she just never expected it to happen to her, and then to find out he had a girlfriend. Oh well, her first marriage ended in divorce, leaving Elaine feeling like love just wasn’t meant for her.
When Elaine walked back into the living room, the guys were just standing and looking around.
“Did you get someone to come pick you up?” she asked.
“Yes. Yes, we did. Thank you. Would you like for us to wait outside?”
“Oh, no. Sit down, relax. Would you like some coffee to help you warm up?”
“That would be great!”
Matt sat on the couch to watch tv, but Duane followed Elaine into the kitchen and watched as she poured the coffee.
“Nice place you have here,” Duane said as they both sat at the table with their coffee.
“Do you own it?”
“No. Well, yes, I own the trailer, I’m still paying on it. The land belongs to my Grandpa.”
“Is that who lives in the big white house on the hill?”
“Yes. My Grandpa and Grandmother, and my mom lives with them, too.”
“My girlfriend, Samantha, her parents, Robert and Lillie, Crowe live over around Pilgrim’s Rest Church. Do you know them?”
“No. I know where the church is, but I don’t know the Crowe’s. Have they lived here long?”
“A couple of years. They sold there home in Florida and moved up here around 2-3 years ago. It was right about the time I met Samantha. Her father had retired and wanted to move a little further North. Samantha, she has 3 children from previous marriages, and we decided, since her father was retiring and all, to let the kids stay with them, and we went on the road, truck driving.”
Elaine just nodded. There was another knock at the door.
“That’s probably Samantha,” Duane said as Elaine got up to open the door.

To be continued……


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