Tuesday Tales, What a Gorgeous Moon
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the intensely striking photo of the moon. I think of harvest moon when I see such splendor. We only get 300 words to grab your attention and bring you into the world we're writing from. From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.
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“You’re one giant leap
for me in a world full of my small steps.”
There’s no way she could
ignore such a plea. He was as genuine as Charles was deceitful. Not cut from the
same cloth, only sharing a few threads of DNA didn’t make this man the same
conniving scum who’d invaded her home and body with such treachery. George exuded
sorrow for actions he hadn’t even taken. Her fingers yearned to touch his hair,
pulling him in closely, as if she’d never get another chance. “The moon is
romanticizing your words.”
“Don’t blame anything on
this setting, although it’s perfect.” The secluded winery nestled securely among
vines much older than her twenty-something years on the planet. The antique
atmosphere delighted a girlish sense of love sustained by the safety of
countless others who’d shared the same gardens. Treading the same paths as thoughtful
dreamers gave Carolyn permission to believe- To believe in all his eloquent
words.
“Aren’t you angry with
me, at least a little bit?”
“How could I be angry when
he clearly tricked you? Our own mother was duped several times by his
theatrics. Unfortunately, he learned at an early age to take advantage instead
of being noble. I started feeling regret for him when I realized he would never
have the capability. It’s hurtful that he isn’t even bothered by such trivial human
conditions as feelings, emotions, or empathy. He broke my heart before I even
knew of the love from a woman.”
“I still should’ve known
it wasn’t you. Perhaps, I was wishful thinking, which still isn’t an excuse.” How
could she voice aloud her shortcomings of rational thought? Basically, she
admitted the possibility she took the man standing in front of her, without
really knowing for sure.
“No, I’ll never believe
that.”
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