Archive | April 2021

Woman to Woman #2

This week in Tuesday Tales, the snippet comes from Woman to Woman. This story is a woman-to-woman romance, so scenes will be of a F/F nature. If this offends you, feel free to move onto to another Tuesday Tales snippet.

In Tuesday Tales, a group of authors write to a word or picture prompt each week. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘bones.’

“Well, maybe the thought crossed my mind once before. But that was years ago. I was still married, and the boys were little. I realized I had a crush on the librarian where I worked.”

“So, what happened?”

“Absolutely nothing. Oh, my goodness, no. I went to church then. Every Sunday. I even typed the church bulletin every week. When I realized I had feelings that felt like a crush, boy did I push those thoughts away! Pushed them all down, for them never to see the light of day.”

“And you just went on from there and never looked back?”

Paige firmly shook her head, her ponytail swinging with the emphasis. “Nope. Never looked at those thoughts or feelings again. I justified it to myself that I was only attracted to her because of her healthy attitude towards life. I was struggling in an unhappy marriage. I had a precancerous condition. I had two young, active boys. She was a breast cancer survivor. Because of her health issues, she was a vegetarian, a yoga master, and she swam almost every day. She was very fit, not just physically, but in her emotions and her outlook. O talked myself into believing that I was only attracted to her healthiness.”

The intercom interrupted the conversation, but only for a moment.

“That was….hmmmmm….” Paige paused to think before continuing. “That must have been about fourteen years ago. I’ve never thought about a woman since. Until we moved to Arizona and I came to work here.”

“Yep, it’s in the water here,” Ed joked. “There’s a lot of gay people here, myself included. And I like it like that.”

A customer approached where the two stood talking, holding an Ocotillo and a face full of questions. That ended the conversation, but it didn’t still the swirling thoughts and emotions raging through Paige’s troubled mind. Now that Ed had jogged her memory about the one brief episode long ago in her past, she wondered why this had never been an issue in the years since.

Had she suppressed her thoughts so strongly that they ceased to exist?

Had she merely busied herself with raising the boys and being a single mother after the divorce?

Had she rushed into another relationship to avoid digging too deeply into her own inner being?

Had the move here, without the familiarity and routine of her old established life in California loosened up the buoys and parameters of her life?

How had the bones of the past resurfaced to plague her now?

She wished there were someone to talk to. All of her longtime friends were straight. They’d never understand. She didn’t feel this was a situation she could discuss with them. She didn’t know anyone here yet, other than her co-workers. Of course, BJ was gay, but Paige certainly couldn’t approach her with questions. Especially since Ed said how apparent her fascination was.

Enjoy the snippet here, then go check out the other delightful tales you’ll find at Tuesday Tales.

Check out the other delightful tales you’ll find at Tuesday Tales.

Woman to Woman #1

This week in Tuesday Tales, the snippet comes from Woman to Woman. This story is a woman-to-woman romance, so scenes will be of a F/F nature. If this offends you, feel free to move onto to another Tuesday Tales snippet.

In Tuesday Tales, a group of authors write to a word or picture prompt each week. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘hurry.’

Enjoy the snippet here, then go check out the other delightful tales you’ll find at Tuesday Tales.

Paige scanned the nursery grounds, searching for BJ. Her eyes moved up and down the aisles filled with potted plants, flowers, cactus and trees, looking until she spied her. There she was, talking to a customer in the native plant section and holding a ‘Texas Ranger’, or leucophyllum as Paige had learned since working here at Monty’s Hardware. No doubt BJ was extolling the plant’s merits for this dry desert landscaping with its scant rainfall.

The customer must have agreed with what he’d been told about plant. Soon he and BJ were filling the flatbed cart with various one- and five-gallon plants. BJ’s laughter echoed across the open space, straight to Paige’s ear. When BJ smiled, Paige felt that the brilliant Arizona sky paled in comparison.

BJ pulled the plant laden cart towards the sales shack where Paige stood observing their interactions. She pushed her dark sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, thankful that they obscured how her eyes tended to follow BJ’s every move around the place.

Oh my! I have a crush on her! The realization hit Paige with sudden clarity and a sinking sensation settled in the pit of her stomach.

Wrong, wrong, wrong! This is all wrong!

Weeks passed and the attraction only increased, no matter how much Paige chastised herself. She knew BJ’s schedule better than she knew her own. It was if an invisible GPS was attached to BJ, letting Paige know where she was at all times. Paige knew if BJ was on the grounds, inside the store, on break or lunch, or doing paperwork in the sales shack.

One day, Ed, the nursery manager, walked up and stood beside Paige. “You have to stop wandering about looking like a love-sick puppy. She has a partner you know.”

“What? Paige yelped in despair. “You can tell? I didn’t think it was obvious.”

Ed laughed and adjusted his Ed-regulation-everyday-wear straw cowboy hat. “It’s obvious all right. At least to us that work with you every day.”

Paige pouted and picked up a pair of pruners.

“Besides, what about your guy?” Ed asked. “Does your husband know about this?”

Paige sighed. “No. Of course not. He doesn’t have a clue. Heck, this snuck up on me out of the blue. I didn’t even see it coming. Besides, he’s not my husband anyway. We never got married.”

“I thought you’d been together forever.”

“Some days it seems like forever.” Paige fidgeted with the pruners, unclasping them and clasping them back. “It’s almost ten years. But we never got married. Got the dress. Got the parasol. Got the rings. Just never made it to a ceremony. I guess we were just never in a hurry to do that final part. Maybe eighteen years in my first marriage played a part in that.”

“So, how long have you had the hots for women?” Ed grinned as he pried into her personal business.

“Since working here.”

An incredulous look passed over Ed’s face. “Never before? Ever?”

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