Dreams

Fantasy- Cyrus Garza

It was a cold and very rainy night, Cyrus was sitting in his favorite chair, with his favorite beer, and snacks watching his favorite team kick serious butt on the hardwood. The game had just gone to commercial when his doorbell rang. He looked at the clock. I'm not expecting anyone. Maybe somebody on the team left something. He rose to answer it, finding a soaking wet Corinne Ferrante standing on his front porch.

"Corinne, to what do I owe this pleasure?" She was shaking and freezing.

"I was bringing by the files I had on the Millers since I hear you're taking up their case and my car stopped before I could turn the curve."

"The curve on Thomas?"

"No, the one on Elderidge."

"Elderidge? That's three streets over. You walked that far in the rain?"

"I didn't have a choice. I needed to get these files to you and my roadside rescue said there is a two-hour waiting list. So here are the files; hope they're not too wet. I tried to keep them dry." She handed them to him. He placed them on the table and saw that she was starting to walk away.

"You're not going to walk back are you?"

"Yes, my laptop and other files are in my car and I can't let anything happen to them."

"But you're going to walk? Seriously? You're already soaking wet. And probably freezing."

"Yes, I am. Do you have a better idea?" Cyrus thought about his game and his favorite team. And the money riding on the game. He made a decision.

"Actually I do. Come in and warm up a minute. I'll be right back." As she stepped, in he disappeared into the house and came back about ten minutes later dressed in warm clothes and rain gear. "Ready?"

"What are we doing?"

"Going to get your car." He led her to his four car garage (with workspace), which only had two cars in it. He opened the passenger door to his Ford F-150 for her. She got in and immediately felt warmer. Cyrus turned on the heat for her and she just held her hands over the vents. He backed his truck out of the garage and drove in the direction of her car. The rain and wind were absolutely relentless.

"Okay, I need you to put your car in neutral. I'm going to hitch it to the back of my truck and pull it back to my house. Are your flashers working?" She looked at her car.

"They were when I left it here."

"That's means you probably have a dead battery now. It's okay." Corinne reluctantly left the warm truck and went to her car. She placed it in neutral as Cyrus hitched it up, the rain absolutely pelting both of them. She hurried back to the truck as he finished. He turned on his flashers and slowly drove back to his house. He pulled her car all the way to the back of the workspace area and closed the garage door. Corinne was confused.

"Why are you closing the door? Aren't you going to take me home?"

"I can see just from that little trip that the roads are really bad. Even with my truck, it would probably take me two hours to get you home. It's okay, you can stay here tonight. I have plenty of guest rooms and some pjs I got for Christmas that I haven't opened that you can sleep in. I'll leave a message for my mechanic and he'll probably be here first thing in the morning."

"Your mechanic makes house calls?"

"Yep." Cyrus opened the door, which led to a mudroom. "You might want to get your notebook out so it won't freeze." She went to the trunk and retrieved it and the files. She followed him into the house. "You can hang your coat up here. I can put your clothes in the dryer, but I'm afraid your shoes may be a lost cause." They both looked at her feet as she took off her shoes.