Welcome! Skipping the Tuesday Tales logo this week because it's picture prompt week. I'm continuing with Jory's story, Unpredictable Love. Don't forget to go back and read all the fabulous stories by the TT authors. Link is below.
At midnight, Jory sat cross-legged on her bed, holding her pen in her teeth. She looked out her window, pondering what to write to SSGT Trent Stevens. A storm was coming, clouds curled around the moon.
She gave a short laugh.
“A romantic setting and the closest thing to a man for me is at the other end of this paper.” She took a deep breath and let it out, taking the ballpoint in her right hand, then returning it to her mouth. Words didn’t come.
“Write about what you know. That’s what they say.”
I love scary storms. Spooky nights with clouds rolling in make me want to curl up with a bottle of wine, a fire and a good man. Am I crazy? What floats your boat?
What are the storms like in Afghanistan? I’m sorry if that’s a stupid question. I guess all storms are the same. I’m staring at the moon and
feeling sorry for myself that the only man here with me is you, on paper.
Sorry again! I’m a downer tonight. I hope you’re not down. But you
probably are. None of this is coming out right. Wish you were here
with me. Then you’d be safe and I wouldn’t be alone.
Wishing you a safe journey,
I shouldn’t send this. But she signed it, folded it and put it in the pink envelope. She addressed it by heart, this being her seventh letter to Trent.
She slid between the sheets and turned on her side. Closing her eyes, she imagined what it would feel like if Trent was in the bed, right behind her. He was much taller than her, making it hard to visualize. How can I imagine a man I’ve never met?
THANK YOU FOR COMING.