Archive | May 2021

Woman to Woman #6

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 ‘salt.’

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

“Are you going to be on the computer much longer?”

“Just a bit. I need to look up some plant information for work. There’s so many new plants here that I don’t know how to care for.”

Dave kicked his shoes off and pulled his feet up on the couch. “I’m going to stretch out here then while you’re on the computer.” He leaned back against the arm of the couch and closed his eyes.

Paige settled down, but instead of looking up Mimosa, Sage, and Ocotillo, she looked up Rose, Violet, and Fern – but of a fleshier variety, with lots of cleavage and no flowers.

This was definitely more thrilling than looking at plant pictures. Emotions stirred deep within. Her heart rate increased, and she became flushed. It was a good thing Dave dozed. He’d definitely know something was up.

Switching the computer to the other side of the table was one of her better ideas. It would be several months before she realized her error in this decision.

Paige powered down the laptop. Nothing more for tonight. Back to the typical evening routine. One television  show, followed by another on, and then, more.

She stood up and headed back towards the bedroom side of the RV. “I’m heading to bed. I can’t take any more television tonight.”

*****

Years later Paige would run across a segment in a book she was reading and would reflect back on these days. In her future, she would read the following passage in Moving On, a book by Sarah Ban Breathnack. The author reported about a passage by Rosemary Sullivan in Labyrinth of Desire:

“And life, to be lived fully, demands desire,” Rosemary tells us. “Falling in love in this way will usually occur at a time of transition. We may not be conscious of it, but something had ended and something new must begin. Romantic obsession is a cataclysm breaking up the empty landscape.”

Immediately after this quote, Sarah muses, “Perhaps when we fall in love at a glance, the question we really should be asking ourselves is what is it that I’m longing for? Or what is so lacking in my life that I need something different to shift the direction in which I’m going?”

Five years later, when she would finally read those words, it would make perfect sense. But during this current tumultuous period of shifting desires and transitions, Paige did not understand it.

If she’d never made the move to Arizona, cutting loose from all ties, routines, and traditions, she may not have looked down another path. She might have remained on her current path till the end of her life. But the steps had already happened. The terrain had already changed. She could have stopped the new journey then. By the time she read the passages above, it was too late, and she wouldn’t change a single step in this new journey.

However…if she only knew the salty tears that would be shed during this transition time…

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Woman to Woman #5

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 ‘picnic.’

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“Because it’s relaxing. It unwinds me from my day at work.”

And it gets out my frustrations.

Paige didn’t voice that thought. Over the past few weeks, she had worn a path on the lower part of the property. She’d ridden the four-wheeler around and around, faster and faster, through the desert scrub, around the path where she wanted to plant some trees, down one side of the wash and up the other. Faster and faster, she rode, trying to erase images from her brain – visions of wanting to touch BJ’s arm. She wondered what it would feel like to touch another girl’s skin. She never thought anything sexual – not at this point. Her past years spent in church seemed to hold her back from going that far.

Her mind didn’t know where to go with this. Her ‘outside the envelope’ was simply imaging touching another girl’s arm.

Later that evening, after dinner was over and Dave was perched in his favorite spot – on the couch with the television going, Paige turned on her laptop and hooked up the wireless connection. It was such a hassle to connect to the internet, out on their acreage in the middle of nothing, that she typically only got online once or twice a week.

That was about to change. Quickly. Although she didn’t know it at the time.

Sometimes we don’t see how one little action, one small inaction, one seemingly insignificant point in time can veer our path in a completely different direction. We have no idea. One little step after another. The steps are so small and unnoticeable, until we reach a stopping point and look back. Then, we see how all the steps led to this new view, a landscape where we did not anticipate going.

Paige sat down, poised and ready to shoot off an email full of questions to her old high school friend, Anna.

She chickened out.

It’s been such a long time since we’ve been in contact. I don’t think I’ve even written her since we moved to Arizona. It seems too forward to just come out and ask her what I’m curious about without any prior contact for so long.

Instead, the email that flowed from Claire’s fingers was along the lines of:

I’ve moved. We’re living in Arizona now. We bought four acres out in the middle of nowhere. We set up a gazebo at the highest part of the property. We often picnic up there on days I’m not working. Last weekend I made some stepping tones with rocks and concrete. Here’s some pictures…

Blah, blah, blah. Nothing in the content suggested what was foremost on her mind.

Click.

Send.

There it went, the email zipping along into the virtual airwave transit system.

Claire stared at her screensaver as it twisted aimlessly around the laptop screen. She wondered if she was really interested in being with a woman, in the physical way she was starting to think. Or was this just a phase she was going through? Was she curious only because her whole world had changed?

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Woman to Woman #4

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 a picture prompt. There were several to choose from. This is the one I chose. Reading will be quick – picture prompt posts are limited to 300-words.

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

The minutes and hours ticked by too slowly, but finally the end of Paige’s workday arrived. Once she clocked out, she breathed a sigh of relief that the work for pay portion of the day was done. Now it was just to deal with her home life for the remaining hours.

Although she was glad to leave work, she didn’t feel like going home either. As she pulled out of the parking lot, Paige looked with longing at the cozy coffee shop tucked away in the back corner of the shopping center. Sitting there with a chai tea – all alone – seemed like a more favorable way to spend the next few hours.

As much as she would have liked to retreat into a quiet moment by herself, Paige pulled out and drove home instead. It was almost twenty miles through two small burgs, miles through the desert and more miles on a dirt road. Once she crossed the dry riverbed there were only a few more curves on the dirt road before she pulled up in a flurry of sand and dust.

Dave rushed out to meet her, anxious to sit and talk on the patio area under the RV awning as they usually did each evening. How was your day? What do you want for dinner? What are we doing this weekend? How do you want to start the garden? How’s the car running? Have you heard from the boys? Do you want me to go do laundry tomorrow?

Just because he’s been home all day alone, he wants to talk all night. And talk and talk and talk.

The thought irritated Paige. She jumped up and headed towards where the four-wheeler was parked. “I’m going to go ride for a bit before we eat.”

Dave sported a perplexed look. “How come you’re always riding the four-wheeler around now?”

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Woman to Woman #3

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 ‘swim.’

As the days passed, the wheel spun in Paige’s brain as she tried to think of who she could talk to. Then, her old high school friend, Anna, popped into mind. They weren’t in close contact in the years that had passed. They sometimes emailed  back and forth – often with several years in between. Occasionally they sent each other a birthday or Christmas card. But Paige thought that she could pose some of her wondering thoughts to Anna and confess how she was swimming in confusion.

When they were in high school, more than thirty years earlier, Paige’s mom insisted the entire time of their friendship that Anna was gay.

Paige always denied it. “She’s just a tomboy.” After all, Anna had certainly never given any indication otherwise.

It was years later that Paige started to wonder. After living in Texas for several years, Anna returned to California for a visit. They got together, with another high school friend for the afternoon. They had a good time chatting, visiting, and catching up, with Paige pushing her youngest son in a stroller.

Anna talked a lot about bowling, and other activities, such as work. But it was mostly bowling. Yet what had seemed odd to Paige at the time was that Anna never mentioned anyone’s names. She questioned whether Anna was hiding something. Maybe her mom was right after all. But she didn’t give it much thought after that. It really didn’t matter one way or the other.

It was many years later, in fact just a few years before Paige’s move to Arizona, when Anna admitted in a letter that ‘she and Lucy were buying a house.’

Paige remembered thinking when she received that letter – Aha! Mom was right after all!

It hadn’t changed anything in their now distant and rarely connected friendship. It was almost like hearing that a friend had dyed their hair red. Yesterday she was a blond. Today’s she’s a redhead. Yesterday Anna was straight. Today she was a lesbian. It didn’t alter their friendship at all.

Paige decided that Anna was who she needed to contact. She would probably be just the person to give her some of the answers she sought. She would email Anna. Tonight.

Little did she know how this first email would change the course of her entire life.

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.