Welcome to Tuesday Tales. This week, the authors are writing to the word slowly. I am still working on the Regency Christmas tale.
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As he slowly made his way to the door of the church, Charles thought he heard the sound of a bagpiper.
Shaking his head, he tried to get the sound out of his head. His beloved had always loved the sound of the pipes and it was a bit too much for him to take at the moment. Charles didn’t believe in mystical signs and shrugged off the idea of a heavenly piper. It wouldn’t do to entertain fantasies even at this time of year. The baby Jesus story was one thing, but a piper playing a mournful tune in a cemetery was quite another.
He snuggled deeper into his two scarves and moved them higher to cover his ears. I’m imagining things and need to find the priest. Talking to a live man will help me push this music out of my head, because surely, my head is the only place it is.
When he arrived at the large mahogany double doors, he took a deep breath and straightened his spine. Time to obtain a bit of advice about life and death and moving on with my life.
Almost frightened that he’s say something to cause the priest to cast him back out into the cold, Charles stepped inside. Warmth flooded over him as well as the smell of incense.
A young priest came toward him with his hands out in welcome. “Come in. Come in. Whether you came to silently pray or you need someone to speak with, you’re most welcome. I saw you out in the graveyard.”
Glad that he hadn’t gone to his beloved’s mausoleum since the priest had been watching him, Charles came further into the vestibule. “I could use an ear, Father, if you have some time.”
“Surely, surely.” The priest seemed friendly enough, but Charles knew he still needed to be on his guard.
Jillian Chantal 
Great post. Love the mysteries.
By: Susanne Matthews on August 18, 2020
at 6:56 am
Thanks. I’ve got to try to start pulling it all together. I’m writing it non linearly. 😁
By: Author on August 18, 2020
at 7:14 am
I love his feelings about his scarves and how protective he is of them. And I can feel the warmth of the church in your words. Great job!
By: Tricia on August 18, 2020
at 12:03 pm
thanks. He loves his old nanny who knitted them. Bless him.
By: Author on August 18, 2020
at 12:11 pm
Wonderful snippet!
By: Vicki Locey on August 18, 2020
at 3:00 pm
And still you leave us hanging! I’m so dying to know what he’s afraid of and why he didn’t want the priest to see him at the mausoleum. Glad he has the comfort of those scarves.
By: Jean C. Joachim on August 19, 2020
at 4:03 am
Lol. I just can’t seem to help myself. Eventually, I have to disclose, right?? 😁
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By: Author on August 19, 2020
at 7:41 am
Love this! I get an eerie, wispy feeling from the setting and the music in his head. I’m hope he can find a little respite in the church.
By: Flossie Benton Rogers on August 20, 2020
at 12:38 am
Thanks Flossie. I hope he can as well.
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By: Author on August 20, 2020
at 6:41 am
You’ve got us all waiting for more! Great scene! Curious why he didn’t want to go to his beloved’s mausoleum since he was being watched. Hmmmmm, waiting for more snippets!
By: trishafaye on August 23, 2020
at 6:16 pm
thanks!!
By: Author on August 24, 2020
at 12:49 pm