#richard and camille drabble

Enfield (Story Number 3 in the 100-Word Richard and Camille Drabble Series 2)

So how are we going back?

We have the bike.

Oh. Actually, do you know what? I…I think I might walk.

Are you sure?

Yeah…yeah, why not? You know, it’s a lovely day.

Well, it’s seven miles.

I'll…I’ll be brisk.

In the sun?

Um yeah, well, it's…it’s 96 in the shade, it’s practically a cold snap…

She didn’t know why he abhorred riding the motorbike so much. It was a newer model, better than what Dwayne had before he came to the island. She decided to drive slowly behind him. “You can go on ahead,” he said, mopping the sweat off his face with his handkerchief and stepping on the side of the road. “What and leave you here in the middle of nowhere to faint from the heat?” She gave him a look that signified he was being stubborn. “It’s just…it’s uncomfortable,” he protested. “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll be gentle,” she teased wickedly.

Petrichor (Story Number 2 in the 100-Word Richard and Camille Drabble Series 2)

The first rainstorm of the season caught them off guard. One minute, it was blazing hot, the next, rain poured down in torrents. He silently cursed himself for forgetting to buy a new umbrella. The old one they usually use broke during the last hurricane. Now, they were both rain-soaked, seeking shelter under a makeshift bus stop. They parked the Defender a mile away due to muddy roads. “Let’s use my parka. It’s waterproof,” she suggested, moving closer to drape it over their heads. Her scent assaulted him in the most pleasant of ways. Eyes closed, he thought: ‘Petrichor.’