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Thursday photo prompt: Clarity #writephoto


Rules for Sue’s Thursday photo prompt: Clarity #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a seashore with a clear, turquoise sea, bordered by small islands and a rocky headland.

Rough Housing

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“Quit pushing me, you brute,” Susan said, laughing as she said it.

John pushed her down in the sand and held her there laughing in her face.

“Now I’m covered in sand, you definitely are a brute.”

“Don’t worry, there is plenty of water out there to clean yourself off.” He picked her up and took her over to the water and walked in far enough she would go under when he dropped her.

She came up spluttering and cursing him out. “Now you messed up my hair and got my new suit wet. It wasn’t for swimming, you, idiot.”

“Then what is for then?”

“Do I have to spell it all out for you, John?”

“I don’t understand you, females.”

“Oh John,” she said, sighing and pushing her wet hair out of her eyes.

“You might as well go scuba diving, and I will go find someone interested in me.”

“Susan, what are you talking about. I thought you wanted to go swimming since you were showing your new suit off.”

“That just goes to show you how much of a boy you still are. I was all dressed up for you. I fixed my hair and got a new swimsuit and you didn’t even notice.”

“For me? Why me? How about some clarity here?”

“Oh, using such big words doesn’t make you a man.”

“What makes me a man Susan?”

She leaned over and gave him a long kiss. “That should give you an idea.” She picked up her bag and left for the house.

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Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a silhouetted castle in the half-light, set in a lake surrounded by hills.

Dark Secrets

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Randall listened to the birds calling. He was into bird calling. He was ignoring his girlfriend, who was snuggled next to him asking him questions non-stop.

“How do you get over to that castle over there?” Regina asked first. Randall tried ignoring her first. That didn’t work.

“Randall, tell me how you get over to that castle? Don’t ignore me.”

“You need a boat, now leave me alone!”

“Can you get a boat and take me over there?”

“Regina the castle is closed to the public so no I can’t get a boat to take you over there.”

“Randall, no one has to know we were going over there.”

“Regina, I know the security guard over there so please drop the subject.”

“Well that is perfect then, surely your friend will let us in.”

“Ok Regina, I will ask him and let you know what he says,” Randall says to shut her up, but his mind is thinking.

Regina has been a pest for the last few weeks. He is tired of being with her and would talk to Donald and see what he says about doing away with Regina over there somewhere, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about her anymore. He knew Donald wouldn’t care about doing something like that. In fact, it would give him something exciting to do.

Randall made the arrangements, and the date was set.

Regina never shut up about seeing the castle for a couple of weeks until the date that had been set up with Donald. He told her over and over she had to stop talking about it. Someone might overhear here he kept reminding her.

Randall didn’t want to miss out on the fun of killing Regina. The plan was that Donald was to bring the boat over to this side, and then all three would motor over to the castle side. They would head to the side with all the deep brush and trees, and Donald would have a hole already to dump the body into. Then he would shoot Regina and drag her into it, and then he would take Randall back to the mainland.

However, things didn’t go as Randall planned. Donald had his own plans. He didn’t plan on getting caught, just because Randall may not be able to keep his mouth shut. He made two holes, and after shooting Regina and getting rid of her body, he turned to Randall and took care of him. Now no one would be able to accidentally talk about it.

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Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Thursday photo prompt: Span #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Span #writephoto

Sue’s Rules:

Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Thank you for bearing with the altered timings while I was away…we should be back to normal now 🙂

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 26th June and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

**Please note that many people on WordPress are having problems with pingbacks not getting through, so please also leave a comment on this post, linking back to your response to the prompt so that I know you have posted. **

If you know where the prompt photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the prompt has closed so that imaginations can play without preconceptions 🙂

All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday, June 27th at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Throughout the week I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in.

You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which, as a final disruption to normal service, will be published later today.

Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.

Pingbacks need to be manually approved, and many people are having problems with them not getting through at all, so either check back to make sure that the pingback has appeared or simply copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a view between two trees of a rapid river tumbling over stones beneath a bridge. The banks are lush and green, and the water if spanned by a simple arch of stone, all overgrown with a green carpet and shaded by trees.

Sparkling Water

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

The area was beautiful. The sound of the water pounding over the rocks as it passes through an area that is spanned by stones above. The rocks below mute any sounds and will lull you to sleep. The greenery was so soft it also helped to lull you to sleep. It was comfortable lying there on a blanket. Toby was thinking about bringing his new girlfriend, Rita, here to see it, and perhaps she would let him fool around with her. So far, she had refused to let him do more than kiss her on the lips or neck.

He had to remember that she was much younger than him and he could get in trouble with messing around with a fifteen-year-old at his age. Her parents were strict. He wouldn’t have much time with her.

Toby decided to give it a try. He was sure she would like it once they got going.

He picked a day and put together a picnic and then tried to persuade her to go for a walk with him to a beautiful place and to have a picnic, which he showed her. She looked at the picnic, which looked lovely. She was torn. If she asked her dad, the answer would be flat out no. If she just went and told him later, if the subject came up, she might get away with it. She didn’t lie to her dad if she could help it.

She decided to take the chance and went with him. Toby was elated. But things started to go downhill fast from there. Rita was more interested in eating and not in making love. She fought him when he tried to touch her and kiss her merely on the lips.

“Why are you fighting me, Rita?”

“My daddy would be horrified if he knew where I was right now.”

“You didn’t tell him?”

“No, I didn’t.”

Toby was tired of fighting with her now. He grabbed a knife out of the picnic basket and stabbed her until she stopped fighting him. Now the plan was to get rid of her body. He pulled out a shovel and began to dig a hole in the thicket and bushes and stashed the body. Hopefully, no one would come across her body. The ground was always wet, and with a long hot summer ahead, her body should disintegrate by winter, and he doubted that many people came here during the cold weather.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Thursday photo prompt: Open #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto

Sue’s Rules:

Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Thank you for bearing with the altered timings while I was away…we should be back to normal now 🙂

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 26th June and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

**Please note that many people on WordPress are having problems with pingbacks not getting through, so please also leave a comment on this post, linking back to your response to the prompt so that I know you have posted. **

If you know where the prompt photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the prompt has closed so that imaginations can play without preconceptions 🙂

All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday, June 27th at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Throughout the week I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in.

You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which, as a final disruption to normal service, will be published later today.

Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.

Pingbacks need to be manually approved, and many people are having problems with them not getting through at all, so either check back to make sure that the pingback has appeared or simply copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

For visually challenged writers, the monochrome image shows an empty corridor with several doors opening in a line, one after the other…

Open Sesame

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Marjorie was visiting her grandparents home for the first time. They had promised her she would love their house as it wasn’t like hers.

She started to explore the house, and at every closed door, she would shout, “Open Sesame!” So far, none of the doors had magically opened. What was so different from her house? She was getting tired of exploring.

As she got to the top floor, she again shouted, “Open Sesame!” Nothing happened, but when she opened the door, she got a glimpse of many open doors all leading down a long corridor.

She tiptoed into the first room and looked around. Then she moved on to the next door and the next door until she hit the very last chamber in the corridor. It was a lovely bedroom with a canopy bed and old-fashioned furniture. It was set up as a child’s bedroom.

Working back through the rooms, one was a toy room, and one was a sitting room. The first room had been a library with books for kids.

Marjorie was interested now. She had never seen a hall like this where the rooms just opened into another one.

“Well, Marjorie, what do you think,” her grandmother asked with a sparkle in her eye.

“Oh grandmother, this is the neatest house I have ever seen. Whose bedroom is that,” she asked with a hint of longing in her voice.

“Majorie it is yours for whenever you are staying with us. I thought it would be the perfect set of rooms for you. You can read or play or have friends over to visit in your very own sitting room.”

“Oh Grandmother I am so excited, and I love this little area that is all for me. Can I bring Susan over after lunch to play for a while and show her my new rooms?”

“Yes, Marjorie as long as her mother doesn’t mind driving her over here. We aren’t as close to her house as your house is.”

After talking to Susan’s mother, they arranged that the girls would visit that afternoon. Marjorie couldn’t wait to show her the rooms that were all hers.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto

Sue’s Rules:

Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Thank you for bearing with the altered timings while I was away…we should be back to normal now 🙂

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 26th June and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

**Please note that many people on WordPress are having problems with pingbacks not getting through, so please also leave a comment on this post, linking back to your response to the prompt so that I know you have posted. **

If you know where the prompt photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the prompt has closed so that imaginations can play without preconceptions 🙂

All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday, June 27th at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Throughout the week I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in.

You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which, as a final disruption to normal service, will be published later today.

Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.

Pingbacks need to be manually approved, and many people are having problems with them not getting through at all, so either check back to make sure that the pingback has appeared or simply copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an old, long-closed gate in an ornate but crumbling wall, overgrown with wildflowers.

The Gate

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

The old gate was an anomaly.  The villagers swore that they heard sounds of village life behind the ancient gate, but no one had been able to open it for centuries. It was set in a wall of wildflowers, and behind it, trees could be seen standing tall and proud. The entrance seemed to be blocked by something, and the villagers were up in arms about it. They wanted to access it. Perhaps something great was back there, and since the gate was in their village, they felt they should be able to enter. Who was the owner of this land? No one could find any claim to it in the village records.

Some tried to climb the wall, but something would force them to stop, and they had to drop back to the ground. Was it magical? They could only wonder. The wildflowers grew plentiful and thick all around the walled in area and on the gate itself. The trees were always green no matter what season it was. The sounds of a village could always be heard by anyone walking by.

The heads of the village tried to bring the witches in and see if their magic could break through the wall or the gate. It didn’t matter where they tried to break through. They were stopped by some unseen force. There was no one alive who could remember ever being in that area. Stories talked of black magic and wizards. No one knew if this was true. They could simply be rumors as rumors abounded in this area.

They put guards on the wall, and someone was always there 24 hours a day.  However, the area was covering a vast amount of land, and guarding every inch was not possible. They didn’t have enough villagers to perform this duty.

One day, what appeared to be a tiny child, approached the door and looked around. Not seeing the usual guards the child mumbled something, and the gate creaked open, and she quickly ran in, and the gate closed behind her.

The guard who witnessed most of this quickly ran to the gate and tried to pull on it. It did not give. Who had just entered? A child or maybe a fairy.

Finally, the villagers gave up and decided to find a new way to get past the area so they wouldn’t be tempted to try and open it up as whatever was in charge didn’t want them in there it had become apparent. They looked for other interests and life went on. The gate was eventually forgotten.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Thursday photo prompt: Small #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Small #writephoto

Sue’s Rules, while on vacation:

Reminder… week 2

Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt. As I am traveling, I have posted four photographs to cover TWO weeks of prompts. The two prompt words are ‘small’ and ‘choices’.

Take your pick.

Each week, choose one of the images below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon(GMT)  Wednesday 19th June and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

**Please note that many people on WordPress are having problems with pingbacks not getting through, so please also leave a comment on this post, linking back to your response to the prompt so that I know you have posted. **

All posts that were not featured in the partial round-up published this morning will be listed in the round-up on Thursday, June 20th, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Please note that as I will be traveling, the round-up post will go out later than usual that day.

In the meantime, I will reblog as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as time and internet access allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in, but please be aware that comments may be delayed or minimal on days when I am traveling.

Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.

Pingbacks need to be manually approved, and many people are having problems with them not getting through at all, so either check back to make sure that the pingback has appeared or simply copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

 

 

Hard Choices #2

This is a continuation of last weeks story “Hard Choices.” 

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Rob looked at the time. It was later than he had thought it was. Even though the time with Linda hadn’t taken as long as usual, he had been late for one thing. Getting the ring took more time than he expected. But then she had turned him down flat when he proposed. He wasn’t in any hurry to head to the meeting place with his wife, Sandy.

He was still dumbfounded. He was positive that Linda wanted him to ask her to marry him. She had made enough hints that he thought he had read her right. When she said no to marrying him he was both relieved and upset. He was also glad that he didn’t tell his wife that he wanted a divorce yet. He could still go back to her and try to forget Linda.

He had continually told her that he wasn’t leaving his wife for her and she said she understood and didn’t expect him to leave his wife for her anyhow, but he was not convinced she meant it. As their time together grew more intimate and they talked a lot about feelings. he grew to think she was in love with him anyhow.

He didn’t know what to do about this situation. He was in fact, in love with her. He never told her that. As the summer wore down and he knew these meetings would not happen like they were now as the weather was getting cooler and soon would be too cold for meeting outdoors. She had roommates and couldn’t take him to her apartment so they were basically stuck to meeting in the car and that would take some of the romance out of their meetings.

He figured he had better get to the meeting with Sandy at their place. She would be worried by now. He was surprised she hadn’t called. She was always calling and checking up on him and he wondered if she knew something. He drove to the spot on the ocean where they always met. It was where they had met each other.

He parked the car and got out. As he looked down towards the beach he saw a small figure lay some items on the sand and position them and then head out to the water. Sandy’s car was in the parking lot so she was here, He worried about what she was doing. It was too cold for swimming and she couldn’t swim anyhow.

He ran as fast as he could down the rocky path yelling her name. She didn’t stop or turn around. He knew it was her.

She was far enough out and was floundering in the surf. The waves were going over her head. She struggled for a while and then stopped fighting.

Rob reached the water and dove in. He grabbed her body and pulled her head out of the water, but she was limp. He pulled her out of the water and laid her on the sand, calling her name and trying to revive her. She wasn’t responding. He went for his phone, but the soaking it got had stopped it from working. He saw the pile of her stuff and her phone was laying on top of her jacket along with an envelope and the receipt for the diamond engagement ring he had just bought for Linda. Oh God, he had wondered where that had gone.

Dialing 9-1-1, he rapidly told the operator he needed an ambulance as his wife had been in the water and wasn’t breathing.

Waiting for the ambulance, and the police he knew they would send along, he thought about how stupid he had been. He must have dropped the receipt when he had stopped at the house on his way to meet Linda.

Here he was thinking how great it was that he hadn’t asked Sandy for a divorce, but his luck was against him. He had dropped the receipt and he thought she was suspicious anyhow so that was the icing on the cake for her.

This was all his fault. She was dead. Not only had he lost Linda, but he lost his wife as well and if he was lucky they wouldn’t think he had done this.

He saw the envelope addressed to him. He tore it open as the ambulance sirens sounded in the distance.

It said:

Rob,

I have known about Linda for quite some time. She is my best friend’s sister and she talked about her and her relationship with a married man. Each time she talked it made it more clear who the man was. She didn’t know I was the wife though. When I saw the receipt for the ring, I couldn’t go on. I hope you two will be happy together.

I still loved you despite the hurt you caused me.

Sandy

“What happened here,” the policemen asked.

Rob recited the whole sordid story. They loaded Sandy into the ambulance after failing to revive her.

“Sir, you will have to come with us for further questioning in this suspicious death. I know it appears that she killed herself, but we have to be sure. We also need to contact this Linda.”

Rob wished he were dead as well.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Thursday photo prompt: Choices #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Choices #writephoto

Sue’s Rules, while on vacation:

Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt. Something a bit different this week as I have a long road trip coming up before the next round-up is due. I did consider not posting a prompt at all… but it did not seem fair to break the rhythm somehow. Instead, I am posting four photographs to cover TWO weeks prompts. The two prompt words are ‘small’ and ‘choices’.

Take your pick.

Each week, choose one of the images below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon(GMT)  Wednesday 19th June and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

I will repost this prompt next Thursday as a reminder.

All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday June 20th at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Throughout the two weeks I will reblog as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as time and internet access allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in, but please be aware that comments may be delayed or minimal on days when I am travelling.

You can find all last week’s entries in the round-up. Please visit and read the stories and poems and explore the sites of their writers. I will feature as many contributions as I can on the blog during the week.

Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.

Pingbacks need to be manually approved, and many people are having problems with them not getting through at all, so either check back to make sure that the pingback has appeared or simply copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

Hard Choices

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

As the summer days are winding down, fall is starting to appear. The air is cooler in the mornings and the leaves are changing colors and starting to fall in spots. The deserted area used to be an old summer camp. In its peak, twenty-five years ago, this place was packed every summer, and there had been waiting lines to get a spot.

When they put that highway in, the area lost its touch with nature. Over the years people lost their interest due to its closeness to civilization, which was ever moving closer. All you can hear was the traffic out on the road, no birds are heard over the noise, and eventually, it had closed.

Linda is sitting at one of the old rickety tables and looks back with sadness at what had seemed so promising at the beginning. Linda is recently divorced and is looking forward to marrying again sometime soon. She is not cut out for the single life and misses being a wife. She is the desperate sort and falls in love with every man she meets. This scares a lot of men off.

She had met Rob and like most women fell for him. He was a good-looking guy and wealthy, so he was constantly being chased by women. The major downfall to this relationship is that Rob is married, and not looking for a new wife, and he never fails to remind her.

Despite his constant reminder that there was never going to be anything serious between them, she holds hope that she could change his mind. She knew that many women in her position thought this very same thing. However, she also knows that in most cases, men do not leave their wives for their mistresses. She can’t help herself though. She fantasizes constantly about their possible life together.

It seems to her that it was possible that it was about to end. He talked to her less about his life, whether it was work or home related. He has started missing some of their time together, something he wouldn’t have done in the beginning. She really wants to believe their time together is as important to him as it is to her because she has fallen in love with him despite his warnings to the contrary.

In the beginning, she and Rob met every weekday at this little spot in the woods for lunch and to spend some time being intimate. Even though there were picnic tables there, they never ran into anyone. The area remained deserted during the whole summer that they met there. A perfect spot to meet in secret.

Linda and Rob had found it while driving around investigating dirt roads to see where they took them and if they were suitable for private meetings. It quickly became obvious that it is desolate, and therefore they have continued to meet here.

She thinks she can change his mind about their summer affair and make it more permanent. He really seems as if he cares, but now, after these last few weeks, she isn’t so sure anymore. She is not even sure he was coming today as it was getting late, past their normal meeting time. She is not sure why she waited this long for him.

He must surely mean what he says about not leaving his wife and as the leaves start to fall and summer is coming to an end, he tells her they must talk. She dreads the meeting today. She has fallen in love, even though he declares every day that she shouldn’t get used to this. He didn’t want to hurt her or his wife. She figures if he didn’t have a wife surely things would be different, but would they? She was thinking about this problem. Their relationship was a part-time one. They didn’t live together and have no idea how things would go if they did. This gives her something to think about while she waits for him to get there.

She tries to calm herself down. There is nothing she can do either way. It was his decision and he’s the one with a wife to consider. It isn’t up to her. As time passes, tears started to roll down her face. Hurriedly she dried them off as she didn’t want him to see her like this. She was afraid, if he saw the tears, he would know she hadn’t listened to him and fallen in love anyhow.

“Marry me,” the voice behind her says quietly. She didn’t hear him walk up behind her she was so deep in thought.

Thinking she heard him wrong she stammered out, “What?”

She turns around and Rob was kneeling behind her and holding out a jeweler’s box with a gorgeous engagement ring. “Marry me, please,” he asks her again. “I can’t live without you.”

She was so shocked that she couldn’t say anything at first. This is what she wanted to hear and now that she is hearing it, her sense of guilt suddenly re-surfaces. Because of her, he was leaving his wife, his marriage. She was responsible for breaking up a marriage. This is not what she wants.

“This is what I thought I had wanted and now you are offering it to me and all I can do is feel guilty for hurting your wife. I am sorry, but my answer has to be no!” I must be crazy!

She picked up her lunch box and sadly turns and heads to her car. She doesn’t even kiss him goodbye.

“Women!” he muttered. I am glad I didn’t tell Sandy I wanted a divorce yet! Where’s the receipt for the ring, now I have to return that.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com