Welcome back to another Tuesday's Tales This week is picture prompt week. And always includes the extra challenge for our 'tale' to remain within a 300 word limit.
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The picture of the wrought iron gate within the wall reminded me of my January submission, so I decided to play around and came up with this continuation of January's picture prompt tale. I hope you enjoy it.
She refused to let his forward movement
intimidate her when he approached, outrage sparking from his eyes.
“You bar me from my home—“
His hand clamped down on her shoulder.”You
bar me from my home,” he repeated, and swung her round to see the wrought iron
gates set in the arched aperture of the perimeter wall standing wide open.
Those
gates had charmed her when she first arrived, and the temptation to replace two
of the crosses in each gate with circles had been hard to resist. She doubted
the locals would appreciate her warped sense of humour and may not even get the
connection to the childish game of noughts and crosses.
“Who gave you permission to lock those
gates?” Snapping out of her reverie, her
initial fear turned to anger.
“More to the point,” she said quietly.
“You admit you unlocked them?”
Deliberately she paused, watched the
man’s eyes narrow, darken, until they reminded her of roasted coffee beans. “And,
she added, “that you gained unlawful access to my property.” Palm up, she held
out her hand. “Before you leave I’ll have that key, and then you can take
yourself back to wherever you came from.”
“Not so fast, this is my home, and I want
to know what’s happened to my staff? Where are my horses, my dogs?”
Mesmerised she watched him remove his
gloves, pulling them off one finger at a time.
Why did the action have her wondering what it would feel like to have
those fingers caressing her skin? Spine-tingling heat climbed up her neck,
warmed her cheeks, and turned her mouth as dry as a desert.
What had he said?
Dogs?
Staff?
Horses?
She looked down at the silver horseshoe in her hand and shivered.
This was not Aladdin’s lamp.
She looked down at the silver horseshoe in her hand and shivered.
This was not Aladdin’s lamp.
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week's Tuesday's Tales prompt.
16 comments:
Oh, I love this! And the tick-tack-toe idea never occurred to me until I read this. How perfect. The magical, mystical element here is intriguing. Now I want to know exactly where she is and with whom. Great beginning. Sucked me right in.
Wonderfully done! It pulled me right in.
I love the indignation between them both - and the sudden attraction. And I'm intrigued to know why the horseshoe was once Aladdin's lamp...
Very intriguing...I definitely want to know more about these two. Like why she is on what he knows is his land...and will she ever find out what those hands feel like?
:-) Glad you enjoyed this Jean, thanks for your kind words.
Thanks V.L. Locey :-)
LOL Tricia. I could phrase that last line the way I wanted to because of the word count, but basically tried to imply she'd been rubbing the horseshoe and suddenly this strange guy turned up. (This snippet carried on from January's pic prompt)
Sarah, I haven't worked out the details but yes, she'll get to feel those hands on her ;-)
Ok, you've hooked me!! Now what's this about Aladdin's lamp?? Great excerpt, Sherry!
I can't wait to read more of this story
Aladdin's lamp? Interesting!
Great tale! The dialogue was snappy and intriguing! :)
Thanks Lena, I will be tweaking the ref to Alladin's lamp :-) I appreciate your visit.
Thanks Lindsay :-)
:-) Iris, thanks for coming by.
:-) GLad you enjoyed this Fiona. Thanks for coming by.
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