Tuesday Tales Makin' it Rough

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the word "rough". Please see how I use "rough" in my new WIP erotic romance, Sexy Bea Spelling. Our heroine, Bea, uses a week to lose her inhibitions, but, did she lose her heart as well?

Bea drank half her beer before roughly setting the bottle down on the end table. She stood, pacing a few times before walking over to a bookcase mounted in the front room. Scanning the top row, several fading, cracking photo albums collecting dust captured her attention. On tip-toe, Bea stepped up and gingerly slid a blue album from its’ place. She pursed her lips and blew across the top, releasing puffs of dust into the air. The depleting sunlight captured the particles before they wafted across the beam, finally settling again onto some other rarely used collectible.
Crackling and creaking, the aging pages groaned against her intrusion into the past when she opened the cover. Gazing upon the photo of a baby in a cloth diaper standing snaggletoothed in a pair of oversized cowboy boots, Bea reflected on how her life began. I was happy once, secure once, where did it go?
Continuing to turn the pages, she recounted more toddler photos, pre-school images, and finally elementary school days. Bea with a boy best friend, Danny, always playing cops and robbers or cowboys and Indians. Bea, hesitatingly playing Princess Leia in never-ending recreations of Star Wars and the Empire Strikes Back. Bea who wanted a light saber to battle Darth Vader, because as she stubbornly insisted, “I don’t need rescued, I can save myself.”
Bea inhaled sharply, viewing the photos of junior high. Her best friend, Danny, moved away the summer of seventh grade. His absence glaringly noticeable in the eighth grade graduation ceremony pictures created an emptiness in her heart no one quite filled until Craig and Tammy came along. They felt like home to her, much like Danny did, and she cherished it. Bea finished the tepid beer in two long gulps and brushed away a solitary tear.
Closing the album, she fixed her gaze upon the next one on the bookcase. Another dust covered trip in time encased in burnt orange covers sat waiting for her examination. Bea situated the blue book back on the shelf and reached for the grubby orange one. She clutched the memories to her chest and closed her eyes. I let him take my confidence.
"Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on our word prompt "rough". 

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Comments

V.L. Locey said…
Great post. Loved the attention to detail!
Sarah said…
Oh my...so much feeling in this post. I could feel her melancholy and smiled at her memories. Beautifully done, Davee.
Lindsay said…
Love the trip down memory lane
Iris B said…
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Iris B said…
Well done. enjoyed today's post
Jean Joachim said…
Lovely, sweet walk down memory lane. Trying to figure out how you got to be who you are and where you came from is fascinating. Beautifully done.
Trisha Faye said…
Oh my goodness, I think she found these photo albums in MY house ....
"She pursed her lips and blew across the top, releasing puffs of dust into the air. The depleting sunlight captured the particles before they wafted across the beam, finally settling again onto some other rarely used collectible."
Loved those two lines! The imagery is fabulous. Great job!
SherryGLoag said…
"The depleting sunlight captured the particles before they wafted across the beam, finally settling again onto some other rarely used collectible."

Loved this, and the detail in the rest of this week's offering.
Stefan Ellery said…
Love the use of the old photo albums, it brings an earthy tone to your piece.
Jillian said…
Very well done. I could "see" the dust particles in the air. Nice use of scene description.
Tricia Andersen said…
I love how the photo albums told her story. It gave so much insight to Bea. Awesome job!!

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