17 December 2012

Tuesdays Tales - Picture Prompt

As this is the final Tuesday's Tale for 2012, I'd like to take a moment to thank everyone who's visited, read and shared their thoughts on my offering during 2012.
I've loved being part of such an awesome group of authors, and been amazed by the number of published stories - some full-length novels, others novellas that started their life here in the Tuesday's Tales arena.

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday/Christmas and look forward to seeing you all back to read more Tuesday's Tales in 2013.
The picture prompt is slightly different from the regular prompts, in as much with picture prompts we are limited to 300 words to tell our tale. :-0
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No babies! 

Alex had made it clear when he asked her to marry him, he didn’t want children. And at the time she’d agreed— she had a career to follow.

But now?

The warmth of her hand, resting on the slight mound of her belly, caressed and soothed.

Now, three months after the night, crazed with grief after his father’s funeral, they spent in a frenzy of passion, she’d finally faced up to her denial and taken a test.

Confirmation, she told herself. Of what, a silent voice in her head demanded. Yes, she’d known; almost from the moment she’d woken the next morning and smelled the sugar in the bowl, she’d known.

Pregnant! And loving it, loving the baby, and still she hadn’t told Alex.

Crossing to the window of their secluded holiday cabin, she stared out at the pristine carpet of snow on the ground. Another reprieve?  The snow must be all of two feet deep, and where the road cut through the ravine, probably deeper still.

She’d intended to tell Alex last week, well not tell him precisely, kinda ease him into the possibility; sound him out.  She sighed and rested her forehead against the cool glass.

Would he demand a divorce? She couldn’t bear the thought. Salt on her lips alerted her to her tears.  She never cried, now she never stopped.

The sound of a helicopter in the distance barely impinged on her grief. Would she become a single parent, separated from the only man she loved by the child they’d conceived? The child she already loved.

“What am I going to do?” Her voice echoed round the room and hung in the silence.

“How about coming home and letting the man who loves you both look after you?” Alex asked from the doorway.
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An Open Book said...

Oh wow! First words to escape my mouth after reading that last line. Great TT!


Iris B said...

What an opener !!! And what a beautiful last line. Love this week's post, Sherry.

V.L. Locey said...

Great opening and ending lines!

Jean Joachim Books said...

OMG, what an emotional scene you painted and then the last line, actually gave me goosebumps! This is brilliant, Sherry. I hope you will continue with this story. Loved it.

Davee Jones said...

It made me smile on that last line. How sorrowful she must have felt, then, have such a happy reply. I felt her inpending relief.

Lindsay said...

That last line is so perfect. What a great ending

Karen Cino said...

OMG, what an ending. Incredible ending.

Sherry Gloag said...

:-) Thanks Dawne, I'm delighted you enjyed this so much.

Sherry Gloag said...

Glad you enjoyed it, Iris. Thanks.

Sherry Gloag said...

Thanks V.C. Locey :-)

Sherry Gloag said...

Jean :-) you remind me of Oliver! he always wanted more, too. Thanks for your kind words.

Sherry Gloag said...

:-) Glad you enjoyed it Davee. Thanks.

Sherry Gloag said...

:-) Thanks Lindsay.

Sherry Gloag said...

:-)Thanks Karen, I'm happy you enjoyed it.