Tuesday Tales Among the Evergreens

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales writing prompt is "evergreen". Please see how I use this in my new WIP sweet romance, Black Diamond Hearts are the Most Difficult. Our hero, Matthew, faces a difficult and sad task.

The drought left the pasture as dusty, dirt colored cement.  Huge cracks revealing a depth of at least a couple of feet spread here and there across the barren surface.  However, Matthew Hughes prepared for his grim mission, expecting success no matter the difficulty.  His friend deserved his full attention this one last time. He looked out upon the barren meadow and blinked back a few tears.

He normally enjoyed his visits back to the family ranch in Oklahoma. Although Matthew’s parents raised him in the grandeur of the Rockies-granola hippies who loved the crisp smell of the evergreens and bluebird days on the fluffy slopes of snow.  He enjoyed the best of both worlds as his grandparents and various aunts and uncles lived in Oklahoma from birth on. They maintained the family legacy of ranching established many years before his time.

He lived part time in Colorado with his successful career as a ski racing instructor. In the off months, he spent weeks in Oklahoma, assisting his family with the ranch. Both places would always be home.  He wanted his best friend buried close to his home roots, the last place they shared good times. family ranch for the solemn occasion. No other place would do.
me among beloved evergreens, ironically, I'm highly allergic to them

This type of thing was happening too often, it already made an indelible mark upon his psyche, and he was unsure he would ever recover from the events of the past few years.  Life was making him hard and untrusting.  He refused to call it fear, as his feelings were truly not born out of terror.  Bravery is actually one of his strongest traits.  Being brave is sometimes synonymous with being fearful, if the person is also wise-, which he is.

In the past few years, he lost two friends in a horrific skiing accident, three in car crashes, and one to cancer.  Of the six, five were easily avoidable.  It was this fact that gave him increased heartache. Being young and carefree does not mean young and careless. If only they had checked the snow conditions, if only they had answered that text later, if only they remembered just how treacherous hairpin turns actually were-they all might still be here.  No, damn it, they would all definitely still be here. Their untroubled lives, feigning fledging responsibility for their actions, ended at fourteen, the culmination being the Little League World Series baseball tournament in Omaha, Nebraska. Beyond that, it had been time to grow up and learn about the real world and how to be successful. 

"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 of  "evergreen". 


V.L. Locey said…
Very enjoyable post!
SherryGLoag said…
Very pensive and profound thoughts from your here this week. :-)
Jean Joachim said…
Moving and sad. Like his loyalty to his best friend. Still so sad he's dead.
Jillian said…
I liked this. Lots of loss in his life. Very sad and also very well-written.
Tricia Andersen said…
Very well done. Broke my heart a little. Very pensive and sad.
Lindsay said…
Matthew's gone through a lot of heart break. I can't wait to see what happens next.
It's going to be interesting how the unknown woman is going to help him heal.
Iris B said…
Indeed a great post ... AND a nice pic of you ;-)
Anonymous said…
Getting teary eyed here. Good job sharing his pain with us.
morgan said…
I want to know who the woman in the picture is. See what happens when you give someone a visual. :O

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