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This week's offering is a continuation from last week's picture prompt which is a continuation of January's picture prompt tale. I hope you enjoy it. :-)
(Please note, as I haven't found names for my characters yet, this 'tale' is full of 'he' and 'she'.)
Aladdin’s lamp?
Was she going crazy? Immediately she focussed on her thumb still brushing
the surface of the silver horseshoe in her hand, and swore. Don’t be so
ridiculous, she instructed herself. This imperious stranger wasn’t some genie
from a bottle, or even a lamp, and certainly not some kind of genie from a
horseshoe.
She studied the tight line of his lips; the anger
radiating from him and the— confusion? Was that really confusion she
spotted? If not the guy was a consummate
actor. And perhaps, she studied the man’s garb again, perhaps he was an actor,
but if so she couldn’t imagine the motives behind his sudden appearance.
“I don’t know who you are, or what you are doing
here, but I don’t have any servants or dogs and certainly no horses, so I
suggest you take yourself off and find someone else to annoy.”
She didn’t see him move, only knew his grip on her
arm threatened to break her wrist if she tried to free herself.
“No horses?” he demanded. “Then what are you doing
with that?”
The man tried to snatch the shoe from her, but
this time instinct had her moving too fast for him, and holding it at arm’s
length.
“I found it…”
Stiffening her spine she clamped her lips shut.
Why the blazes should she explain herself to this arogant moron?
“Found it?” His gaze shifted from her face to the
horseshoe now sparkling in the sunshine. Releasing her so suddenly she almost lost
her balance, she watched the blood leech from his face. Fighting a losing
battle against her rising concern she forced herself to remain still when he
sought for support and dropped into the nearest chair. His throat bobbled, his
mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. He drew the back of one hand
over his eyes, leaned forward and balanced his elbows on his knees and brought
his hands together.
Resting his head on his steepled fingers he looked
up at her.
“Where did you find that—” he paused, swallowed
again and continued in a voice filled with…what, she wondered? Bewilderment?
“Where did you find that, and why do you claim it
is yours?”
Why did the sight of the horseshoe disturb him so?
And what had happened to the burst of anger, now replaced by bafflement. And
why, she wondered did she find herself anxious to explain?
“There are some old stables at the back of the house
which I use for my jewellery business,” she began. “When I arrived they were
falling down, so I repaired— ” more like rebuilt, she thought. “I repaired
them,” she said again. “Then I set up shelves and workbenches, all of which I
use constantly.”
The remembered bemusement of reaching up for her
spool of silver wire only to wrap her fingers round the horseshoe shivered down
her spine.
“Everything has its place and this—” Vehemence
filled her voice now. “This should not have been where I found it.”
“You simply returned it to the wrong place” His
cold, dismissive voice transformed her bemusement to anger.
“And how could I do that when I’d never seen it
before?” She waved the offending shoe in his face then snatched it away before
he could grab it. Spinning away she stared out of the window before facing him
again.
A movement beyond the open door had her jaw
dropping. Who, how and when had someone closed the wrought iron gates? And more
to the point, how had the padlock managed to snap closed again?
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offering for this week's Tuesday's Tales prompt.
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