Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring talented authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a dedicated bunch that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today’s word prompt is purple. My snippet is from an unedited vintage romance I’m working on set in the 1950s. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.
Jerking her apron strings tight and knotting them, Laura gritted her teeth at the audacity of the man. Flirting with a woman whose husband was overseas. Only someone like Wade Killingham would actually think she’d be interested. It turned her stomach. She made her way into the little sitting room that served them for everything but sleeping and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her daughter. The pajama clad cherub lay tummy down on the fuzzy rug, bare feet dancing in the air while she colored intently.
Laura knelt down beside Emmie, admiring her artwork and drawing in soothing little girl scent. “What beautiful mountains, darling. I love how you colored them.”
“I made the purple kind Daddy likes. You know, in the song about America.”
“Oh, yes…the purple mountains. Good job, honey. And who is that standing in front?”
Giggles filled the air. “Daddy of course.”
“He’ll be tickled at your picture. Do you want to send it to him in our next letter?”
The little brow wrinkled. “Okay, but when will he be home, Mama?”
Only heaven and Uncle Sam knew that. “Soon, baby. I know you miss him. He misses you too.” She touched the wayward curls and stood. “It’s time for bed, Emmie. Put your crayons away and I’ll tuck you in.”
Nita appeared at the door, looking uncertain. “Oh, I uh…when you have a minute.”
Laura stood. “Yes, let’s go into the kitchen. Emmie is getting ready to hop in bed.”
Nita grinned down. “Night, Emmie. Sleep tight.”
More giggles. “And don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
Customer conversations filtered into the kitchen, as Laura turned off the burner from under a pot of chili. “What is it, Nita? I’ll be back out front in a few.”
“It’s Wade. He’s come inside again. I just wanted to let you know.”
Laura’s stomach knotted. “You’d better get back out there before he barges through the swinging doors. And don’t worry. As soon as Emmie is in bed, I’ll handle the mule.”
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Romance