Tuesday Tales: From a Picture.

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. March has certainly come in as a lamb for us here in Eastern Ontario. The temperature ids mild and the snow is going away, although there’s more in the forecast. To those of you with a dollop of Irish blood, I wish you a Happy St Patrick’s Day.

Atonement is heading toward its conclusion as Anca gets closer to fulfilling her destiny. This week, we have a picture prompt, and our word limit is 300. Here’s the picture I selected. Enjoy.

Walt held Pop’s hand as Snap and Crackle moved among the goats in the enclosure. Earlier, he and Anca had introduced themselves to Richard Olsen and Brigit, the Tanguy farm managers, and had been given a tour of the farmhouse. If Ishmael’s desk had ever been there, it wasn’t now, nor was it in any of the outbuildings they’d examined.

While Anca had scrutinized every room in each of the buildings they’d visited, the only thing that had caught her attention had been an older, handblown, peach-colored glass bowl with a red beeswax candle in its center. When she’d commented on it, Brigit had insisted she take it, claiming that it had been used the previous year on Samhain as part of a matchmaking game. Unfortunately, she hadn’t noticed anything enchanted that could be the exit from the tunnel. As it stood, they had to hope that whatever was under the last cobblestone would give them the clues they needed.

He turned to her, his heart filling with more love than he would’ve thought possible. The sheer joy on her face as she watched the children brought with it a longing for children of his own—her children. He frowned, but if last night’s fantasies were to be believed, that might never happen. His sleep had been interrupted with dreams, at first similar to their moment in the bar, but then she would don the fur and run into the water. In that moment, he knew she would never return, and it devastated him. How much of the selkie would stay in her once she tamed the storm and defeated Losh? Would she remember him and the life they could have here, or would the lure of the sea be too strong to fight?

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