Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is "evergreen". This short piece is from my WIP, Echoes of the Heart.
Last week, Joe found his mother's high school picture in his boss', Cliff's, wallet. He wants and explanation.
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Dale
put down the phone. She didn’t want to talk to Joe, to explain the
complications in her life. She didn’t want him to know about Cliff. She grew
restless. Slipping out of the house, she wandered down the back of the property
to a grove of evergreen trees. Now that Cliff was back, every nook and cranny
of the house and town refreshed a memory of them together. Dale had been a tomboy. Her spindly, bean-pole body had
been athletic and agile. 
Last week, Joe found his mother's high school picture in his boss', Cliff's, wallet. He wants and explanation.
Echoes of the Heart
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Dale
put down the phone. She didn’t want to talk to Joe, to explain the
complications in her life. She didn’t want him to know about Cliff. She grew
restless. Slipping out of the house, she wandered down the back of the property
to a grove of evergreen trees. Now that Cliff was back, every nook and cranny
of the house and town refreshed a memory of them together. Dale had been a tomboy. Her spindly, bean-pole body had
been athletic and agile. 
She often climbed the pine trees, hiding among the
branches, watching birds and spying on people below. Cliff had attended the
same elementary school. They’d been friends, had adventures hunting frogs,
tracking animals through the woods and climbing trees.
She leaned against a big tree and allowed her mind to wander back to the day she first discovered her feelings for him.
It was seventh grade. Her body had just begun to blossom. She had been hiding in the tree when Cliff came along, holding hands with Amelia.
Dale watched them as Cliff leaned back against the tree and pulled Amelia close for a kiss. She had giggled and pushed him away. Jealousy burned in Dales bosom.
“Don’t,” she said, touching her lips with her fingers.She leaned against a big tree and allowed her mind to wander back to the day she first discovered her feelings for him.
It was seventh grade. Her body had just begun to blossom. She had been hiding in the tree when Cliff came along, holding hands with Amelia.
Dale watched them as Cliff leaned back against the tree and pulled Amelia close for a kiss. She had giggled and pushed him away. Jealousy burned in Dales bosom.
“Why not?”
"I don’t like you that way, Cliff.”
Amelia backed off and disappeared. Cliff picked up a stick and
threw it. Dale descended from the tree.
"What were you doing, kissing Amelia?” Hands on hips, she stood blocking his way.
“Were you up there spying on me the whole time?”
“Answer my question first.”
“Amelia puts out.”
“What?”
“All the guys are after her.”
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“Not you!” Dale laughed to herself, wondering how she had
shed her shy demeanor to brazenly walk up to Cliff and kiss him quickly on the
lips. “She can’t have you. You’re mine.”
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9 comments:
Guess time's caught up with her, this is intriguing and I want to know which way she goes with this.
I loved that flashback to the beginning of their romance!
I love just how gutsy she had been to kiss him. Incredible flashback! I loved it!
NICE!! And way to go on using reverie - my pet peeve is people who use revelry when they mean reverie.
Love how you slide from the present into the past then back to the present.
I loved how she took what she wanted! Go Girl!
But you teased us a bit with holding back the mother/son conversation.
Nice! And you always have the best photos to go along with your post.
It'll be interesting to see how the question is answered. I enjoy linking first love to adulthood...I want to see how you make it work in this story. :)
This is getting very intersting
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