Starla's Christmas Conundrum
Carol E. Keen
Starla Devaroux is at the peak of her music career. Life as a popular
Christian music artist is good. This Christmas she finds herself at
the crossroads of several life-altering choices. It's quite a
conundrum; the path she takes this time will not only define her
future but alter the lives of others as well.
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“My name is Mason. I’m sorry to stare, but you’re interesting to watch, and for some reason, you seem so very familiar. That sounded horribly cheesy, but it’s the truth.”
“I appreciate your honesty and candor. I fear I have a familiar face for certain reasons that shall remain nameless for now. I will share my first name, though. It’s Starla.”
The blonde haired, dark-eyed man stood up and came over to her table. He reached out to shake her hand, and then, to her shock, kissed the top of her hand.
“The pleasure is definitely mine in getting to meet you. Do you mind if I sit here?” He was already sinking into the seat, so there was no time to object. Mason placed his iced tea and newspaper on the table and settled in.
Well, I’d go back to reading, but I can’t concentrate with him sitting here. Starla sipped her tea and glanced at Mason again. He was reading his paper without an obvious care in the world, other than his foot tapping to the various seasonal songs that were playing. What should I do now? Right about then, he peaked at her over his paper. Great, now I’ve really done it.
His eyes sparkled and dropping the paper, he smiled. “It’s nice to have someone to sit with. I’m sure you’ve noticed.” Mason inclined his head towards the rest of the cafe and out the windows beyond. It was teeming with couples. Couples holding hands, couples sitting close with their heads together giggling and smiling, walking and holding hands, laughing, and overall, appearing happily in love.
“Um, I see what you mean. I think I’ve been so involved in my work for so long that I hadn’t fully realized…” Starla left her sentence unfinished.
“Quite right. I know that feeling well. My work has kept me very occupied and then there seems to have been somewhat of a timing issue in my life. I hope you don’t mind if we look like we aren’t alone for a little while?” Mason had a questioning look on his face.
“No, it’s actually, well, a bit nice.” Starla smiled a shy smile, her dimples showing just a little. Just then, one of her Christmas songs came over the radio. One of the classical ones, not one she’d written.
Mason listened briefly, then his eyes widened. “Ah. You’re that Starla. That’s your voice on this song, isn’t it?”
“Oh my, guilty as charged. Yes, that’s me.” Starla held her breath. What would his next reaction bring?
“Then, we have more in common than I’d anticipated. It might help if I shared my last name, now that I have discovered yours. Mason Dixxon.” Mason winked.
“Ah! Are you the Mason Dixxon that I think you are? Are you the lead singer with the British accent I so adore, from the Christian rock band, ‘The Edge’?”
“Yep, hopefully, the one and only.” Mason chuckled.
Carol E. Keen enjoys fresh coffee, hot tea, and a good book. She was
published for several years in FAMA magazine (Freshwater And Marine
Aquarium) as a contributing editor. She published her first book on
CD, called Simply Seahorses.
a few of her works. She currently resides in the South with her
husband and family and spends her time writing, reading, working in
photography, and being with her much loved critters.
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