Tuesday Tales: 2021-1-19 Writing Stuck

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, where you’ll find entertaining excerpts from a group of hard-working writers. Writing is our passion. You can enjoy stories and see works in progress unfold. The word prompt this week is stuck. We continue with the adventurous medieval romance featuring the knight Nicholas Wycliffe. Make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.

Dawn’s first gold pierced the mist as he reached the edge of the clearing. He bent over to inspect the snares nestled in the fragrant, dew laden grasses. Two coneys, enough to round out the meat supply for young Cedd’s name day. Now that he was back home where he belonged, he would work to refill the larders and storerooms as they had been of old before the wars. He placed the animals in a satchel and reset the snares.

The thunder of hooves had him whirling to search out the sound, hunting knife still in hand. Rushing toward him from the southeast came a golden apparition. As it appeared through the haze, the winter sun looked as if it had taken flight. He planted his feet in readiness for whatever approached. As it came closer he made out the form of a young woman astride a great golden horse. The morning sun glinted throughout threads of her unbound hair, which cascaded behind her. The buckskin seemed to have no intention of slowing down.

She called out, “Beware! Runaway!”

He leapt aside just as she tilted sideways from her luminous perch. The buckskin kept on going. She landed atop Nicholas, and he clasped his arms around her in an attempt to soften her fall. They bumped and jolted and finally came to a stop at the bottom of a small hill. The breath was knocked from them both, and they sat up gasping and wheezing to reclaim it.

He stared at the lady in astonishment, indicating the wide open field with a sweep of a hand. When he could speak, he inquired of her, “Why did you not veer?”

For a moment she did not reply, and at last he saw her suck in a deep, redeeming breath. “Veer? Veer you say, when that devil’s spawn of a horse had his mind set on a path and me stuck to his backside?” She leapt to her feet, shaking. “Where is he?”

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories

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