Chapter five: When old love dies...
Chapter six
Darlene takes me home. Down a winding road and up a hill, the grand old dame has been passed from generation to generation in her family. She inherited it from a maiden aunt. Oh, what secrets it hides under its creaky floorboards and between its walls.
"Let's make supper." Darlene heads down the hall to her country kitchen, and I follow close behind.
The warm evening invites us to enjoy our meal on the veranda in padded wicker chairs. Mouthful after mouthful, I can’t help thinking about Darlene’s legs wrapped around my torso. And I know she feels the same.
She takes my hand and leads me down the hall to her bedroom. I watch her fold the quilt and tuck it into the trunk at the foot of the bed. A smile on her lips, she pulls me to her, but...
I hear Aster’s voice so clearly, it’s like she’s in bed with me. No, not like that... I’m not comfortable when you... I try to dislodge myself from my wife’s ceaseless instructions. Darlene isn’t Aster. But what if... What if we can’t? I have warned her. I have to let her know that if it can’t happen, it’s my fault, not hers. “Sometimes I have trouble...”
Hold on—. What’s she doing now? Wow. Aster would never... But now.
Entwined, we dance like our bodies are meant for only this.
I lose my heart, my mind... I lose control. Complete and total control. I never thought it could be this way. I only hoped. And now I know it can.
New love is born
Sharing My Author Journey...
Writers love words. ...right?
I've always had a complicated relationship with words. Sometimes I trip over them, other times I have to climb over them. There are moments when I search for them, only to find they've disappeared in a puff of smoke.
How can I be a writer?
Writing is my life. Writing is my breath.
But how can I be a writer when not all words are my friends? I feel worried, embarrassed, and disappointed in my struggles.
Until I realized... I don't need to know all the words; I just need to find the right one.
