It had been a week. She had left home to find the most breathtaking view in the city. It is a large town. Lucky for her though, the city is surrounded by wood and mountains. A river bends in the middle of it all. No way was she getting lost. Hand planted maple trees grew in her backyard, but out her, it was all about the pine trees. She'd been out here before. It was the crisp scent of dirt and fresh air she recognized. She felts small among the aspens but that's the way she wanted it. Her home was a mansion, her family filthy rich; filthy, being as filthy as the soles of her boots.
Years ago, a world renowned photographer came into town. At the time he was only in his twenties, but she knew his work. He's back, and he's speaking at Walton's, the local bookstore. It was his hometown after all, and Walton's bookstore had inspired him to find places as vivid as those he read about. It was that ambition that brought him home. He had taken pictures all over the world, yet he had forgotten one spot—his spot. On a hill, about the groves of trees just ahead was a curving river that led your eyes to a rocky mountain. The hilltops were always covered with snow and during mid fall, the clouds would loom over the sun, just above the hills, bringing a sense of serenity.
This photographer had a son, Parker. He was an ambitious 6'1" with auburn hair and emerald eyes. He had manners like a southern gentleman.
Parker's family settled down August of 98'. Mallory met Parker he junior of high school.
She had had her license for two weeks. In a rush to get to dance, "pop!" she ran over a curb, shredding her front left tire.
Parker was on his way home from practice. Pretty girl instinct and manners told him he had to pull over. Smart boy.
He found her a little devastated. It had begun to sprinkle, which in this weather could only indicate snow, and her phone had died.
"Hey, thanks for stopping, what's you name again?" Mallory asked.
"The names Parker," he said with a smile
"I've seen you around before," she said.
"I was in your English class for a day, had to transfer out."
"Ooh I remember you! Anyway, I ran over a curb, how car savvy are you?"
"Pretty darn, I've changed a couple tires in my life."
Within ten minutes he had the spare loaded. After some internal contemplation he blurted,
"Would you like to stop by Walton's with me, grab some hot cocoa?"
Disappointed she replied, "I can't, I'm headed out to dance."
Seeing a sudden sullenness on his face, she added, "But I'm free after!"
They set plans for 7:30
"Is it done?" a dark voice asked as he climbed back into his cab.
"7:30" Parker replied.
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