Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "Shady" - December 10

Welcome! Tuesday Tales continues this week with more of "Sam's Decision". Today we have the story from Violet's perspective. When you're done, hop on over and read the works of the fabulous Tuesday Tales authors. Find them HERE.  

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Across town, Violet stepped across the threshold of her home quietly. The fire in the main room still burned. She saw her father in his chair snoring, his chin resting on his chest. Trying as hard as she could to move without making a sound, she bumped into a chair hiding in the shadows.

“What? What? Who’s that?” Abiel Wilcox started awake.

“Tis me, Father.”

Abiel knocked his pipe against a wooden bowl and set it down on a small table. “Violet?”

“Yes,” she said, casting her eyes to the floor, She shivered, trying to cast off the ugliness of her shady behavior with Sam.

Abiel pushed to his feet, brushed off some telltale tobacco bits from his vest and stretched his arms up before turning to face his daughter. “Well?”

“It’s done, Father. It’s done.”

Abiel approached her. He cupped her chin. “I’m sorry child, but it was the only way.”

“He’ll be round to see you soon, I reckon,” she said softly.

He nodded. “What’s done is done. We have to make the best of it. You might like farm life,” he ventured.

With full, angry eyes, Violet shot him a look, then stormed out to her room and slammed the door.

Once inside, she ignored her sleeping mother and threw herself on the bed, sobbing.

“Zeb. Zeb. Where are you?” she said into her pillow, muffling the sound as best she could.

Her mother awoke and turned on her side. She stroked her daughter’s back.

“It’s best this way, Violet.”

“No, it isn’t, Mother. It isn’t.”

“I’m sorry dear. You have only Zeb to blame. He led you on. I know you believed his love was true. This is for the best. You’ll have your own house and a man who loves you. That should be a comfort.”

Violet wiped her face and pulled the covers over her. She knew her mother was right. Marrying Sam should be a comfort. He was a good man. She’d have to work hard, but together they could build a life for her child. Yes, it should be a great comfort. But it wasn’t. It simply was no comfort at all.” 

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Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "Careful" - December 3

 

Welcome! I hope you had a good holiday. We're back to Tuesday Tales as we all race toward the Christmas holiday! This week the word prompt is "careful" and we're back with Sam as he is careful to sneak home after his tryst with Violet. When you're done, go over to read the other authors great stories. You'll find them HERE. 

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When he reached the Inn, he stopped briefly to stare at the glass windows to see if he showed any signs of his earlier activity, but it was too dark to see.

The Inn clock chimed midnight. He frowned at the thought of how tired he’d be the next morning when he’d drag himself out of bed to go to work early the next morning. He opened the Inn door slowly, careful not to awaken anyone. He tiptoed across the floor.

“A bit late to be returning from walking Miss Wilcox home, isn’t it?” came a firm voice. “Did you take the long way, across the Lee farm?”

Sam jumped and whirled around. “Grandma! What are you doing up?”

Sitting in a rocking chair, arms crossed firmly across her chest, “Waiting for you.” She looked him over before continuing her inquisition. “What took you so long? I hope you weren’t up to any mischief,” she said.

“No,” he lied. “Of course not. It’s late. I won’t be able to get up for work if I don’t get to bed.”

She made a face.

Quickly averting his eyes from her searching stare,  Sam muttered.“ Goodnight, Grandma,” He beat a hasty retreat to avoid the scrutiny of her sharp eye.

“Goodnight,” she muttered, shaking her head.                     

Sam shut his door, ripped off his clothes and fell into bed and was fast asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

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Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "Thanks" - November 26

 

  Welcome! This is Thanksgiving week. So we have an appropriate word prompt, "thanks". We're returning to the world of Colonial America again this week with more of Sam's story. When you're done here, please stop over and read the other stories by our wonderful Tuesday Tales writers. You'll find them HERE. 

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After their intimacy, Violet pushed her skirt down and smoothed the cotton fabric. Sam ran his fingers through his hair. What had he done? Shame filled him. He’d gone over the line and done the one thing Caleb told him not to do. But he couldn’t take it back now.

He wracked his brain, looking for a way out, a way to make it better. While Violet fussed with her hair, an idea great in his brain. Shyly, with a hoarse voice, Sam reached for Violet. He took her arm and gently turned her to face him.

“Violet, I love you. Will you marry me?”

She laughed. “Feeling guilty already?”

“No, no,” Sam lied.

“Yes, you are. If I don’t end up with child, we can simply admit we got carried away. I won’t hold you to your proposal. Here, help me with my dress,” she said, turning her back to him.

He laced up the back, tying and fastening whatever he could see in the dim light before he spoke.

“But I did the wrong thing. I wasn’t a gentleman. I took advantage.”

“No, you didn’t,” she said, patting his cheek.

He took her hand and pressed it to his lips. “You’re special, Violet.”

She primped one last time. “How do I look?”

Sam leaned back a tad and looked her over. “I’ll be darned. You look like you just stepped out of your house, ready to go to the harvest festival.”

She smiled. “Thanks. Let’s set you to rights,” she said, fussing with his hair and buttoning his shirt. “You’re half naked.”

Cool air on his skin reminded him of his state of undress. He rose to his feet and put his clothing back together. Once he was dressed, he faced her.

“You’re beautiful.”

She took his face in her hands and kissed him soundly. “I love you, Sam Chesney.”

“Come be my wife. Live with me on my farm.” He stroked her cheek.

She smiled, but kept silent. “I must get home.”

“I’ll speak to your father tomorrow,” he said.

She took his arm and matched her stride to his. “We’ll see.”

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "MOUSE"

 

Welcome! Today's word prompt is "mouse". We have more of Sam's story. Things might get a little steamy. When you've finished with my story, hop on over to the great stories by the other Tuesday Tales authors. Find them HERE. 

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Momentarily coming to his senses, Sam let go and leaned back. He stared hard at Violet. Her lovely face, kissed by silvery moonlight, was tilted up. She blinked, then her half-closed eyes met his. She cupped his cheek and flashed him a smoldering half smile. Sliding her hand up into his hair, she murmured.

“Sweet Sam, don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not, I’m not,” he stammered.

“It’s just nature. Meant to be. You and me,” she said, sliding her palm down the side of his neck.

Heat grew rapidly in his body. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, hoping to let it out and cool down, but it didn’t happen.

Don’t lose control Caleb’s words echoed in his head.

A sudden swift movement caught Sam and Violet’s attention. She screamed and yanked her foot up and under her skirt.

“A mouse! A mouse!” Her eyes wide, her luscious lips trembled, and her body shook. She leaped into Sam’s lap and clung to his chest.

Sam saw the guilty party glance up for a second before scurrying away under the bushes. Sam wound his arms around her. Sobs emanated from her mouth as her body shook. She buried her face in his neck.

“It’s okay. It’s gone.”

“You must protect me,” she whispered.

“I will. I will. I’ll protect you forever,” he said.

She sat up straight, placing her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. With her breasts crushed against his chest, she lifted her mouth to accept his. Sam took her mouth with a savage desire he couldn’t stop.

“Sam, Sam, I love you,” she muttered.

His control broke, all thought left him except for the overwhelming will to satisfy both his desire and hers. Violet offered no resistance, but instead encouraged him. And he did what any man would in that situation.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "FAN"

 

Howdy doodle! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. This week we have more of Sam's story. When you've finished reading my snippet, hop on over to the other authors and read their great stories. You'll find them HERE. 

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The cool night air cleared the confusion from Sam’s brain. He’d been dead set on Becky Rhodes becoming his wife, but now here he was with lovely Violet Wilcox on his arm. And no chaperone anywhere to be seen.

“This way,” Violet said, leading Sam behind a large rhododendron bush. They were concealed from view of any of the townsfolk. Violet slowed down and brushed up against Sam. He felt parts of her he ought’n to be feeling.

Heat crept up his chest into his cheeks. He fanned his face for a moment. How could he be so hot when it was a cool autumn night?

“Sam,” Violet whispered. “Let’s sit for a spell.” She stopped by a large flat rock and plopped down, pulling him down next to her.

“Ain’t you cold?” he asked.

“Actually I am. Can you put your arm around me?” she replied.

He did as she asked and she snuggled up against him. Suddenly he understood all the instructions and cautions Caleb had given him. His mind understood, but he body rebelled. 

Violet stared at his mouth. The moonlight kissed her hair with silver. He’d never seen a woman as beautiful.

“Don’t you want to kiss me, Sam?” she whispered softly.

It was like she could read his mind. He’d never wanted to kiss anyone as much as he wanted to kiss Violet Wilcox. He grabbed her, pulling her up against him, and covered her mouth with his. His kiss was hungry, and demanding. And she complied.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "PUSH"

 

Howdy do! I'm back. Personal and business lives have calmed down, so I am posting again here. And I'm back to Sam's story. The word prompt is "push". Do you think Martha will figure out what's going on with Abiel Lee, his daughter, Hope, and his granddaughter, Violet? Time will tell. 

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Before apple pie was served, Abiel begged off.

“I’m feeling a little tired. Time to leave, Hope. No need for you to rush off, Violet. Stay and enjoy that pie. It’s tempting. Sam, would you mind walking Violet home?”

“Be my honor, sir,” Sam said, casting a heated glance at Violet.

“Thank you. Excellent dinner, Martha, as always. Goodnight.” He tipped his hat, secured it firmly on his head, took his daughter’s arm and left the Inn.

Martha knit her brows. Seemed like Abiel had pushed Violet off on Sam – again. Suspicion rose in Martha’s mind. What was Abiel up to?

“Come, Sam. Your grandmother is cutting the pie,” Violet said, taking his arm and snuggling up close.

Martha served the confection while Lizzie refreshed everyone’s tea. Violet complimented the pie while Sam wolfed is piece down quickly. Seemed like he was anxious to walk Violet home. Martha frowned. It wasn’t good for a young man to be out after dark alone with a young lady. People would talk – especially the Bloodgood sisters.

 “Come on, Violet, before it gets too cold.” Sam said, offering his arm.

Violet finished her food, the stood, took his arm, and gracefully sashayed out of the Inn. She thanked Martha with a sly grin probably not intended to be viewed by the older woman. But nothing escaped the older woman’s eye.

“He’s up to something,” she muttered as she covered the pie and returned it to the kitchen. She didn’t know what that crafty old man had up his sleeve, but she resolved to herself to find out. She simply could not shake the feeling that Sam was walking into a lion’s den unprotected. But he was of age, so there’s nothing she could do about it.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "PAINT"

 

welcome! This week, we are writing to the word prompt "paint." I have another episode of "Sam's Decision." Don't forget to hop on over and read the other entry today. You'll find it HERE. 

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Martha Chesney cast a shrewd glance at her grandson. She’d painted a lovely picture in her mind of his marrying Becky and living in town, maybe in back of the general store. She’d envisioned great-grandchildren nearby. But the way he’d looked at Violet shattered that dream. Obviously Sam had other ideas.

While she enjoyed a little flirting with Abiel Wilcox, she didn’t trust him. She wondered if he’d been behind this sudden flowering of an attraction between his granddaughter and her grandson.

While Martha didn’t know Violet, she had to admit to herself the girl was the most handsome in the town. A quick vision in her mind of their offspring confirmed they would have the most beautiful children in all of Fitch’s Eddy. Still, she’d always thought Becky would be his intended. She liked Becky and approved of Sam's choice.

Smiling to herself, Martha admitted that she was a mere mortal – who was she to predict who Sam would love and marry? The young man had a mind of his own. And right now she figured his sights were being reset to fall on the lovely Violet Wilcox.

That would make Abiel Wilcox kin. She’d have a hard time shakin’ him off if he kept up his attentions. Looks like Martha would have to create a different picture for herself, along with the one she envisioned for Sam.

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