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Monday, October 3, 2016


 Hi! Welcome to my Tuesday Tales piece. We're still on Maggie's Story this week. Last week she confessed to John about something that tore her up inside. Here's the continuation of their encounter. Scroll down for the link to return to Tuesday Tales.


            A thousand thoughts ran through Maggie’s mind during the silence that ensued after she had confessed to John –and none of them good. His gaze rested on the floor, though his hand still gripped hers. She eased away from him, toward the nightstand.
            “Guess I’ll be going now.”  She stepped back toward the door.
            John tightened his hold, drawing her closer. “Just where do you think you’re going?”
            “I understand completely. What man would want a woman as his wife who had done so, so terrible?”
            “I would,” he said quietly. “Forget about it. You’re mine and that’s that. I’m sorry you had to endure that, old girl. But never again. No one will ever mistreat you again,” his voice was soft, but firm.
            Her eyes watered.
            “And where the hell was that bloke? If it’a been me, I’d’ve taken you away so fast –punched your dad in the nose,” he said, through gritted teeth.
            “Awww. John,” she sighed, shaking her head slowly.
            “No one would ever do that to my girl. Never. Never.” He held her fast.
            “Am I your girl for ever and ever?” She asked, fastening her arms around his neck.
            “You’re my wife, Maggie. And that’s forever.”
            She smiled and snuggled into his chest.
            “Then what are we doin’ standin’ here? With the bed empty and all?” She whispered.

            He laughed, then picked her up and tossed her on the mattress. 

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