Posted by: Author | August 17, 2020

Tuesday Tales – Aug 18, 2020- Slowly

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.

 


Responses

  1. Great post. Love the mysteries.

    • Thanks. I’ve got to try to start pulling it all together. I’m writing it non linearly. 😁

  2. 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!

    • thanks.  He loves his old nanny who knitted them. Bless him.  

  3. Wonderful snippet!

  4. 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.

    • Lol. I just can’t seem to help myself. Eventually, I have to disclose, right?? 😁

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  5. 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.

    • Thanks Flossie. I hope he can as well.

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  6. 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!

    • thanks!!


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