Taylor stopped unpacking and opened the window. The scent of honeysuckle wafted into the room on a light, summer breeze, accompanied by the sound of crickets and bringing forth unbidden memories of playing in the field and down by the creek with her childhood best friend, Johnny. She regretted once again never having told him her true feelings before she’d left town. She’d never had the courage to, and had hoped by being away she could have forgotten about him, but he always turned up in her dreams at night. Now she was back home on break from college and finally ready to tell him, but she worried he might not want to see her, since she’d left without even telling him goodbye.
Besides, when she’d called a couple months ago to tell her mom she’d be home for break, she’d heard that Johnny had just started seeing Marnie. Did she even have the right to confess to him at this point? She didn’t even know if he was still seeing her.
She wiped a stray tear from her cheek, turned from the window, and resumed unpacking.
The sound of a distinct knock echoed down the hall from the front door , and Taylor caught her breath and looked up from her suitcase with wide, hopeful eyes. At the sound of Johnny’s voice calling her name excitedly, she grinned and hurried from her room to answer the door.
This is a bit more than a sentence, but as soon as I came up with the sentence for the prompt word “waft”, this whole little story just seemed to develop. And so, here is my entry for this week’s post for Tuesday Use It In A Sentence: