Tuesday Tales: Writing Roses by Flossie Benton Rogers

Roses8-11-2015“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying.” Robert Herrick

Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their WIPs based on word and picture prompts. This snippet based on the picture prompt above is from a work in progress temporarily called Soul Double. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

The pre-dawn air hummed with energy. It rose up from the crashing waves and shimmered, mirage like, along the empty beach. Having just unlocked the tiki hut door, Resa slid her bags inside and perched on the top step. Her softened gaze followed the stirring waters out to the edge of nowhere. The dark gray hue lightened a shade above the magical seam where sea met sky. How far away that was. She sucked in a deep salty breath, mesmerized by the magic of the moment.

Distant thunder rumbled, and the wind brought a tickle of mist to her face. Were they in for an early morning shower? Out in the waters a glimmer of violet caught her attention. It billowed with the surf, revealing a narrow band of dancing rainbow lights. What in the world? How strange. A sensation of needles pricked her hands, and she leapt up, fae senses kicking in that something otherworldly approached.

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May *oil on canvas *101 x 82.5 cm *signed b.r.: J.W. Waterhouse. / 1909
John William Waterhouse [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
The colorful ribbon flew closer, halting at the foot of the steps with a final surging loop like that of a bucking bronco. Resa thrust up a palm as water droplets splashed. Her breath hitched. The rainbow melted to the ground to reveal the shape of a horse made of water. He was a shimmering aquamarine color, except his eyes, which were deep lapis. Atop him, sidesaddle, was a lithe and glorious girl. As she disembarked the water horse, her lips creased into a smile and multi colored rose petals tumbled from the pockets of her gown.

The fragrance of roses in her nostrils, Resa reached out with both arms. “Iris, is that really you?”

Iris’ hug was warm and firm. “Resa, are you pleased to see me?”

“Of course, old friend.”

Iris’ brows pinched together. “Even though I bring a message from your sister?” Tuesday Tales

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance

By Flossie Benton Rogers

Paranormal romance author who loves to shake the edges of reality.

19 comments

  1. Highly suggestive. The first paragraph took me right next to Resa where I stayed in awe beside her admiring the sea. Thank you for a beautiful snippet!

  2. This part is perfect, so evocative and wonderful!:
    “The colorful ribbon flew closer, halting at the foot of the steps with a final surging loop like that of a bucking bronco. Resa thrust up a palm as water droplets splashed. Her breath hitched. The rainbow melted to the ground to reveal the shape of a horse made of water. He was a shimmering aquamarine color, except his eyes, which were deep lapis.” Jillian

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