Tuesday Tales:From the Word SWEET

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. It’s hard to believe it’s the end of October. Another month has come and gone. The leaves are turning red, the night’s are getting cooler, and like it or not, fall is well underway. This week’s word prompt is SWEET. I used a variation of the word in this week’s scene from Forever in my Heart.

Callie’s hand trembled when she put down the phone. The sound of Mike Branscomb’s voice had brought her to her knees. Luke had mentioned his twin was identical—but the same voice? She’d expected to meet him, but if he even sounded like Luke, how would she manage it? Six years ago, the man had worn a beard—she remembered Luke telling her that—something about hating to shave, but that was then. Of course a lot of guys had grown COVID beards, great big bushy ones that reminded her of Tom Hanks in Castaway. If he had that kind of beard, it might make things easier.

The girls. At least they were safe—orphaned, like her, like Mike, but safe. The only reason she knew about them was the ad she’d seen on television last month for the Timberton Ranch Resort. Despite the years, she’d recognized her sister, but the two babies in her arms had been a surprise. She’d almost broken down and sent her a note right then and there, but Luke had walked into the scene, and the pain had poisoned her resolve. She’d turned off the TV and had gone for a long solitary run, the memories filling her, adding to the pain of her overworked muscles until the rain had started, forcing her home again.

How old were they? They were quite small—a lot of twins were preemies. No doubt Mike and his wife were now the children’s legal guardians. Maybe he would allow her to be part of their lives. After all, they were the only family she had left. Of course, given her callous disregard for her sister and his brother, he might not deem her worthy of even that.

Someone knocked at the door. She swiped at the tears still dribbling down her face and went to answer it.

Becca stood on the doorstep, a pint of ice cream in her hands. “Oh God, sweetie. I knew you would be upset about Brett, but honestly, if you say yes, I’m sure he’ll jump at the idea of marrying you. He was devastated when I told him—”

“Stop, Becca,” she cried. “I don’t want to date Brett let alone marry him.”

The tall brunette with purple hair tips frowned, came inside, and shut the door. She went straight to the kitchen, opened the ice cream container, and filled two bowls with salted caramel ice cream, pouring maple syrup over the top.

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales