December is a wonderful time of year, especially for Sagittarians! Welcome to Tuesday Tales, where authors write excerpts incorporating word and picture prompts. This scene is from Silver’s Angel, part of the Wytchfae paranormal fantasy series. The word prompt is spider. When you finish reading my snippet, make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.
The bus bumped across molehills and clumps of grass, rumbled down a dirt lane, and finally came to a rickety stop on the designated turnaround. Angel had been standing and holding onto the grab rail by the door since they left the paved road. Lucien’s comforting warmth was pressed against her back, an arm encircling her middle.
“Excited?” His breath tickled her ear.
She nodded, too full of emotion to speak.
He pressed a soft kiss to her temple.
The two of them were the first to exit. No one was in sight, and she wondered if her last message had gotten through to Granny. Stepping to the ground, a pleasant jolt swept up her body. It had been too long since she’d been home. Beneath her feet thrummed the vibrant undercurrent of Finn Glaring, somewhat rhythmic, a bit on the wild side. Granny had always said the place hovered over a minor ley line. The energy sparked up through the soles of her feet. Her heartbeat fell into rhythm with it. She looked at Lucien. His eyes held a sparkle. Did he feel it, too? She thought so. She squeezed his hand, and a moment of communion passed between them. There was no time for more, as the younglings of Finn Glaring appeared from all directions.
The children had no hesitation in approaching her. That eased her mind. She loved seeing their faces, freshly scrubbed undoubtedly by orders from on high. A plethora of excited voices caroled around them. “Angel, you’ve come home!” “Angel, I told everybody you’d be back for Christmas!” “Angel, we saw you on the news!” And more and more.
She hugged them to her as they came. “Darlings, I’m so happy to see you, each and every one.”
They seemed a bit shy of Lucien and sneaked glances at him as they all trooped toward the homestead. His smile and warm manner would soon win them over. Plus, she knew he had bribes in his pocket by way of peppermint candies.
She caught sight of Granny standing on the front porch among the usual abundance of potted and hanging greenery, including the always favored spider plants and devil’s ivy. The big smile crinkling her face gave Angel a sigh of relief. She was dressed neatly, with her hair pulled back. Her cheeks bloomed roses. The pinched look from last year had all but vanished.
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Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
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Nicely done, Flossie!
Thank you, Mae. I hope you are having a wonderful, rewarding December.
Great scene. Love the “her cheeks bloomed roses” image. Nice use of the prompt.
So glad you liked the roses image and the prompt use. I thought about going with some internet crawler/spider reference, but plants fit perfectly here. Thanks so much, Susanne.
As always you coin your own phrases that are so evocative, “her cheeks bloomed roses.” Brilliant. and I love how they are communicating without words. He seems to be happy to be at her homeland. I hope so. Very warm scene, perfect for holiday time.
I’m glad you liked the roses image and felt the warmth of the scene. Thanks for stopping by!
Well done!
Thank you!
A terrific scene – as usual! Wonderfully written. I LOVE how you incorporated the word prompt. Very creative use of spider!
Thanks, Trisha. A spider plant was one of the first plants Ronnie and I had when we were first married.
I love that memory you have of your life together!
Merry Christmas!
Aww, thank you.
I love your descriptions of the land. I could feel the energy coursing through her and hear the children. Great job!
Thank you, Tricia!