Welcome to Tuesday Tales - word prompt "rough". Here's a bit about the last episode of this story, "The Big Lie".
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After no contact for over 20 years, Dale and Cliff bump into each other at the old barn, home to their high school trysts. Each questions the other as to their reason for being there.
THE BIG LIE
“This
place holds a lot of memories for me,” Cliff said in a rough voice.
“Me,
too.” Dale moved toward the road. He placed his hand on her arm, stopping her
retreat.
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“Don’t
run off. I haven’t seen you in over twenty years.”
“Twenty-three
to be exact. What difference does it make?” You
chose to marry someone else then. What do we have to talk about?
“Thought
we could catch up a bit.”
“Catch
up on what? Desertion?”
“Interesting
you bring that up.”
“Is
it?” She shook his hand off her arm. It’s
so long ago, why do I still care. Why is seeing him again so painful for me?
“What
are you mad about? I’m the injured party. I should be furious.”
“You?
That’s a laugh!” She moved quickly toward home. Cliff followed.
“Wait
a minute!” He called, but she ignored him. Run
from the pain, girl. Just like you did then. Run, run, forget about him. He
caught up with her and placed both hands on her upper arms, trapping her.
“Hold
it. I have a right to speak.”
“Do
you? Your excuses won’t fix things. She’s a lovely woman. I get it. You
preferred her to me. I’m not stupid. Now let go.” She struggled but he held
fast.
“What
the hell are you talking about? You were engaged when I married Sylvia.”
“Are
you out of your mind? I wasn’t engaged until long after you’d tied the knot.”
Cliff
dropped his hands. “Believe what you want. I’ve forgiven you. Just wanted to
tell you that face-to-face.” He walked away with long, purposeful strides.
A
sudden coldness gripped Dale. He did
marry first. Mom told me. She saw the announcement in the paper. Her last conversation with her step-mother nagged at her. “Forgive
me, Dale. Sweetheart. Forgive me. Please.” The old woman held her hand, her eyes repentant.
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A shiver ran up Dale's spine. Her knees shook, forcing her to lean against a tall pine tree. Covering her
face with her hands, she moaned. “She wouldn’t. She didn’t. It can’t be
true.” As
abruptly as her energy left her, it returned with a vengeance. She ran home,
climbing the three stories to the attic as fast as her legs would move.
Stuggling for breath, she pawed through the dust an inch thick on musty cardboard box after box, to no avail. Then she tried the old trunk.
Digging like a squirrel uncovering buried nuts in the winter, she found it. At the bottom, under a sheaf of papers was a yellowed, crumbling newspaper clipping. Cliff’s wedding notice. Date: August 10th. Not March twentieth!
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She covered her face with her hands.
Digging like a squirrel uncovering buried nuts in the winter, she found it. At the bottom, under a sheaf of papers was a yellowed, crumbling newspaper clipping. Cliff’s wedding notice. Date: August 10th. Not March twentieth!
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She covered her face with her hands.
9 comments:
Interesting ... I wonder who did what and how to itnerfere with their relationship.
Perfect scene. Mystery, deception, unresolved love from the past. I'm hooked.
Oh my. I wonder who and why she was led so astray. Wonderfully written!
Oh no! What did her stepmother do...and why? You're going to wreck me with this one too, aren't you?
Yep, looks like someone lied big time. I wonder if he'll forgive her when the truth comes out.
Hmm. I have to agree with Lindsay. Some one is lying. I know you are going to put us through the ringer with this one. Nicely done, Jean.
What a nasty thing to do.
I'm completely absorbed. I want to know what that step mom did and why!
Wow! The truth comes out. I wonder if she will tell Cliff and what he will think?
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