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.’

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

“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.



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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10 thoughts on “Woman to Woman #5

  1. I feel that too quite a bit looking back at mug life and seeing where things changed. It’s crazy to think how something that was so small at the time was a huge catalyst. Great job!

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  2. Beautifully sculpted view into her mind and her actions. You portrayed her ambivalence, her hesitancy so perfectly. And your observation how taking a little step toward a new direction can begin an entirely new life path. Great job!

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