Welcome to Tuesday Tales. This week is the last installment of the book, Unpredictable Love. I'm sorry to yank the story, but any more and I would be giving away the plot. I'm currently working on the book, so it shouldn't be too long before you can read the whole story.
This week the prompt is "box". Thank you for your loyal following of this story. I have come to depend on you. Next week, I will be sharing some of the fifth book in the First & Ten series that I'm writing now. I hope you'll be back for that.
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As Pine Grove
blossomed that spring, Jory’s heart still hung heavy. She’d been living a
seriously huge lie with Trent for months and the weight seemed to increase with every letter she received. There was only one way out. She had to tell him
the truth.
When she sat down to write a slight flutter in her chest made her hand tremble. Where to begin?
Dear Trent,
I know you’re falling for me, but I’m a liar and a
phony.
She shook her
head, balled up the paper and shot it at her waste paper basket. She missed.
Dear Trent,
Sometimes things aren’t what they seem. People, too.
She shook her
head, again and discarded the paper.
Dear Trent,
It’s time I told you the truth. The real truth about
who I am.
She took a
deep breath and continued writing. This letter took her an hour and a half to pen. The sting of tears was so strong, she had to stop several times. Taking the gamble that he’d
understand, by letter, and not toss her out on her butt made her heart hurt.
Always
clinging to the safe side of life, this time, Jory had ventured out on a tightrope without
a net. She’d chided herself a thousand times not to take it farther. Each time a letter arrived, she opened it eagerly, drinking in his words of
friendship and love.
The letters
had morphed. From discussions of birds and childhood experiences, their
correspondence had taken a more intimate turn. Steamy scenarios exchanged on
paper pulled her closer. Trent had declared his love for her in the
last letter. It had pushed her over the edge. She had to come clean now. Although
she hadn’t made her feelings clear, she knew she loved him, too, and it ate her up.
When she
finished the letter, she cried herself to sleep. It sat on her dresser
for several days. She agonized over whether to send it or not. Maybe she should
take her chances when he got back? If you
really love him, you have to do the right thing. You owe it to him.
Friday
morning, Jory screwed up her courage. She handed the letter to Nan.
“What’s wrong,
honey?”
“This is it,
Nan. The letter. Where I tell him the truth.”
Jory headed for the door and her walk to work. She passed a mailbox. It used to signify such hope for her. Now it only reminded her that a man she shouldn't love would soon be out of her life.
She blinked back tears and continued on her way, dreading the day, the hour, the minute when she'd receive his angry reply. Or worse. No reply at all.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Stay tuned for information on the release date for Unpredictable Love. Thank you for hanging in with me on this one.
Next week I will begin sharing Sly "Bullhorn" Brodsky, Offensive Line here. I hope you'll be back to check out that story, the fifth in the First & Ten series.
Next week I will begin sharing Sly "Bullhorn" Brodsky, Offensive Line here. I hope you'll be back to check out that story, the fifth in the First & Ten series.
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