Tuesday Tales: Writing Fudge

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors posting excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. I’m pleased you stopped by today. This week’s picture prompt is fudge. My snippet is from Silver Angel, a standalone Wytchfae prequel to Lord of Fire. Enjoy the other authors of Tuesday Tales.

The wytchfae chanted in low, melodic tones. She offered words of wonder and gratitude to the guardians of the directions, bidding them farewell. She flung her head downward and followed with a smooth spiral motion, sending long hair flying against the light of the moon. As she swayed atop the slope of the hill, her eyes half closed in bliss. Toward earth, her fingers splayed as if flinging off droplets of water.

Lucien and Angel sat on a blanket on the ground, among dozens of her clan dotting the dips and hillsides. His blood tingled with electricity. The other participants and viewers seemed as awestruck as he felt. Wonders had been shown tonight, things he had never expected. He leaned closer to Angel. “What’s she doing now?”

“The ceremony is nearly over. She has closed the sacred circle and is grounding any excess energy, sending it back to earth. We will do our part by eating and drinking when she’s finished. Isn’t she beautiful, the way she commands the night?”

“Yes.” But now his eyes were only for Angel. He breathed in the melon scent of her hair and gave his own inner thanks to the guardians and anyone else who had placed this remarkable woman in his path.

Angel sat up straight with wide eyes. “Oh, look! I wonder if…”

The wytchfae both commanded and cajoled, “Come firefae, to light my way.”

A whirring sound filled the air, and tiny winged creatures swirled about her form. Sparkles of light danced around her, creating an iridescent glow.

Angel clapped her hands in delight. “I love it when they come.”

The firefae lit the way with a thousand sparkles of light, hued in blues and greens. Together the wytchfae and her stunning attendants glided down the hill, toward provisions laid out on long tables.

Angel jumped up. “You stay put and save our spot. I’ll run down and get drinks and snacks. Oh, and the fudge ripple pudding shots you swore you’d try.”

He grimaced. “What’s in those again?”

Having started down the hill, she laughed and called behind, “Bailey’s, Kahlua, and vanilla vodka.”

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the picture prompt fudge. Thanks for stopping by. Read the other winning excerpts at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

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