Woman to Woman #10

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 ‘watch.’

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

One night Paige typed: I want to see a picture of you. I haven’t seen you for thirty years.

Anna replied: I’ll get one from Lucy and send you one tomorrow.

A few weeks earlier, Paige had sent Anna a picture of her holding her one of her oldest son, Cayton’s, puppies. She’d lied and asked Dave to take the picture, saying she wanted to send it to one of her California friends. She didn’t. She’d sent it straight to Anna.

Later Paige got her payback for that lie. She’d discover in a short time that Anna had lied too. Anna had asked Lucy to take a picture so she could send it to a computer friend that filled a motherly role in Anna’s life. At least that’s what the story was. Time would reveal differently.

But for now, those secrets hadn’t been revealed yet and Paige was still naively falling in love with a phantom.

That day at work Paige found it difficult to concentrate. Ed had to repeat his questions to her – more than once. Paige kept daydreaming about getting Anna’s current picture later that evening. She envisioned the long, blond hair from her memories. The only social media site at that time was Myspace, but it was used by the mostly younger crowd – like Paige’s sons. Not many of the approaching-50 crowd were there, and certainly not Paige.

Later that night, in between the pauses in their IM’ing, Paige popped into her email. Woohoo! There was an email from Anna. With an attachment. It had to be the promised picture. Paige raced to click on it and sat tapping her foot impatiently, watching the spinning icon while the picture uploaded – much too slowly for her liking.

Finally, it opened up. Paige excitedly glanced down and discovered quite a different view than what she’d expected. It was Anna. She could see it in her face if she looked closely. But, oh my, what a difference thirty years made. There weren’t any long, blond locks cascading around these shoulders. Short, cropped hair framed the vaguely familiar face; hair not as short as a man’s cut, but not much longer than that either.

The thought surfaced that ‘my girl’ might not be the appropriate term.

Anna sat in a chair, black dress shirt tucked into black jeans, her ankle propped up on her knee. Paige could almost hear her mom in the background behind her, even though good old Mom was hundreds of miles away – ‘Yep, she sits just like a guy too.’

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