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 ‘paste.’
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Over the next few weeks, as Paige continued her emails with Anna, monsoon season arrived in the desert. Dave’s sister had warned them about monsoon season and the torrential rains that descended from the clouds.
But it turned out that she’d never seen rain like this before. It was if the sky unzipped and dumped every drop the clouds contained at once. Being an avid storm lover, Paige felt the thrill of excitement race through her when she watched the clouds start building, usually in the afternoons, getting thicker and darker, approaching as if it were a dark, angry beast. Lightening flashed, thunder roared, and water ran down the streets in a deluge.
The downside of the monsoon season was that the muddy ground now prohibited Paige’s evening ATV rides. For a place that looked so sandy, the ground contained more clay than one could imagine, leaving a muddy, slippery mess. On one of Paige’s walks out to the garden area that she and Dave were creating with fencing constructed from pallets, to keep the rabbits and deer out, she returned with a three-inch layer of mud pasted to the bottom of her shoes.
No outdoor activity was possible, Paige and Dave could only huddle in the RV, out of the rain and away from the slimy, clay mess that surrounded their encampment. More and more evenings found Paige on the computer. The emails from her old friend, Anna, were now a daily occurrence. Back and forth they went. Emails flew to Texas and were returned to Arizona in a flurry.
Memories of Anna in high school surfaced to the forefront of Paige’s thoughts; long blond hair flowing down her shoulders, the fun they had together, the afternoons spent in Anna’s pool, and the laughter they shared. The past came back like a tide flowing in. Even if she ‘walked like a guy’, as Paige’s mom always said, they’d still had a lot of fun together.
As the daily emails began to merge, other thoughts surfaced in Paige’s mind. Thoughts of Anna gradually replaced those of BJ. Soon, BJ became just another co-worker and she faded from the center of Paige’s existence. Thoughts of Anna’s long blond hair were more delicious than BJ’s short, cropped style. Paige imagined running her fingers through those long, silky tresses of long ago.
By now, Anna had taught Paige about instant messaging and the two of the chatted every night. This new-fangled method was much easier than hopping into email every five or ten minutes to check for new messages.
A few years before, Paige had watched her youngest son, Jack, on the computer every night with his friends instant messaging. She’d never understood the concept then. It seemed to be a new technology meant strictly for teenagers.
She’d been proven wrong. This was quite handy.
One day, in an instant message, Paige ventured: What if we were meant to be more than friends?
Anna answered back immediately: What do you mean? Like in a more physical relationship?
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