Monday, September 8, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Ribbon

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! I missed you all terribly over our hiatus. I hope you enjoyed the last month of summer vacation as much as the Tuesday Tales authors did. Now it's time to get back into the romance! 

When last we left Dana and Jonah they had taken a long walk with her son. Jonah made a rather bold move by grabbing Dana's hand then announcing that he was more than willing to date an older woman. After the hike, Dana's son had invited Jonah and his grandfather to Thanksgiving dinner, which Dana, after some internal stewing, finally backed up.

So, let`s see how things are going, shall we? Our word prompt this week is 'Ribbon'. Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!

White Moon, Yellow Leaves


Over the next two days we saw little of Jonah Big Deer. Not that I was looking for him or anything, of course. I just happened to notice his absence as I was washing windows, or sweeping the front porch, or raking leaves away from the bungalow`s foundation, or carrying in wood that he had split. I hoped my wandering eye and thoughts weren`t stalker-like in any way. The two day separation was doing weird things to me. I would peek out hoping to catch a glimpse one moment, a flush of heat pooling in my belly when I would recall how he looked at me. In the following breath I would begin to feel a mild freak-out brewing over inviting him to our holiday meal. One minute I was breathless with anticipation over spotting him, the next I was positive I had made a first-class ass out of myself.

            I was sliding into the first-class ass mode early Thursday morning when Aunt Jo brought her mug of coffee out onto the front porch. Dawn had just broken. The sky was purple and pink. I was staring through ribbons of steam from my coffee cup at a loon moving across the water. It had been his call at first light that had woke me up.

“I see you got the stuffing made,” Jo-Jo mentioned, her coffee and breath steaming. I nodded silently. “So you want to tell me what`s eating at you?”

Leopold was at the door. I was reluctant to let him out. His whining won though and I cracked the door wide enough for a dachshund. He bolted out then dashed to the lake. The loon took to wing.

“Nothing`s eating at me. I was just enjoying the lake,” I responded, pulling the door closed.

“Uh-huh,” the woman said placing her backside on the glider we had covered with a plastic tablecloth just yesterday. The cold plastic crinkled. “You worried about this thing with Jonah?”

My head spun to the right. Aunt Jo was staring at me over her black coffee. “There is no ‘thing’ with Jonah,” I denied in a rush. She sat back and gave me a look that said she knew I was full of bullshit.

“Honey, I may be pushing ninety and have cataracts, but even I could see the sparks flying between you and him. Is it because he`s Seneca?”

“That has nothing to do with it,” I quickly clarified. She smiled smugly and sipped. “Damn, you`re a clever old bitty,” I grumbled sitting down beside her. The tablecloth was bitter cold through the thin sleep pants I had on. “Okay, yes, Jonah and I flirted a bit.”

“Flirt schmirt, get to the juicy stuff! I might fall over dead any minute.” She waved her hand in the air to hurry me along. Herr Poopbottom was approaching, done with his morning constitutional. “Did he kiss you? Did you kiss him back? Did you two take a hot roll in the leaves?”

I stared at the woman openly. “You have a dirty, dirty mind,” I scolded. “We didn`t kiss or roll around in the leaves. Rhett was with us for goodness sake! He just…made it clear he was interested.”

“Well that ain`t a bad thing, sweetie,” she cooed patting her lap. Her dog leaped up and draped himself over her left shoulder like a furry sash. “It`s been a year since that shit-bag run off on you. You must be wanting a man beside you in bed.”

“Sure, I want a man but should it be Jonah Big Deer? He`s younger than me.” I began ticking off reasons why we shouldn`t pursue this flirtation. “I don`t know what he does for a living. He lives up here and we live in Pittsburgh. He`s younger than me….”

“Yeah, you said that one already.” Jo-Jo wriggled about beside me. I took a sip of my coffee. “So he`s younger. What`s the big deal? That just means he has more stamina in the sack.”

It took all I had not to spew coffee all over my great aunt and her wiener-dog bandolero.

“I worry over you at times,” I coughed. The woman chuckled wickedly before growing solemn.

“Dana, take the advice of a very old woman, don`t ever find excuses not to love. Life is too damned short. Would you go freshen my cup?” She handed me a mug that was half-full yet. I nodded and stood up, leaving her to sit in the cold air and visit with Hans as I knew she wished to. Closing the door gently I leaned my back against it.

Don`t find excuses not to love.

It really is true what they say about wisdom coming with age.

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


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Flossie Benton Rogers said...

Love this story and can see why she would be having a freak out.

SherryGLoag said...

I think this is a charming scene. I felt I was right there. Thanks. :-)

V.L. Locey said...

Thanks for dropping by, Flossie and Sherry!

Anonymous said...

I love Aunt Jo. She and her no nonsense attitude about life ... and her "wiener-dog bandolero".
Great snippet.

Iris Blobel said...

That Aunt Jo is a hoot ... and a reminder why I missed the story so much during August!

V.L. Locey said...

Aunt Jo is a favorite character of mine as well. And what a character! =D

morgan said...

"Dana, take the advice of a very old woman, don`t ever find excuses not to love. Life is too damned short." Had me glassy eyed by this point.

I love, love this story. You better finish it too!

Jillian said...

I love this week's post. Gotta dog Aunt Jo for sure. She's awesome.

V.L. Locey said...

No worries, Morgan. It will be finished.

Jean Joachim said...

What a great scene!! I love how she listens to the older woman. Yes, wisdom does come with age. And I hope she's not going to miss out on an opportunity for love.

V.L. Locey said...

I hope she isn`t either, Jean. =)