Tuesday Tales: From the Word GLUE

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Our word prompt is GLUE. If you’ve been following these posts from Listen to the Stones, the story has moved on. I’ve been working on it, and I’ve finished several chapters since the last snippet I gave you. These images were said to have been taken in Montpelier, New Hampshire and showed up on my feed over the weekend from Northern Lights Alert. They suited this scene perfectly. Enjoy!

“Oh my God!” Marina cried, her eyes glued to the sky. “It’s … it’s magnificent. I knew it would be amazing, but I never suspected … Look at that. It’s a rose, and that’s a bird. There’s a cat on the left. And look at what’s happening there.”

She pointed to a spot just above where the stones were located. The lights grew in size and brightness until they formed the shape of a phoenix, the mythical bird reborn from its own ashes. The phoenix enlarged, each aspect of his body clearer and better defined, the individual feathers so magnificent that it felt as if you could reach up and touch them.

Suddenly, it exploded into a myriad of colors and abstract shapes, raining down on them and the surrounding landscape. He could’ve sworn one of the shapes in the distance resembled the stone he’d always considered his muse.

Marina trembled, and he took the opportunity to pull her into his arms.

“Are you cold? I can get my coat—”

“I’m fine.” She made no effort to move away from him and nestled into him the way the kitten snuggled into her. “I’m just excited.” She giggled softly, almost as if embarrassed by her response to the show. “I’ve never seen anything this beautiful, wonderful, or amazing. I mean I’ve seen pictures and videos of the Aurora Borealis, but they didn’t prepare me for the incredible power and majesty. Can you feel it? It’s as if they’re pouring energy into me, into us. I felt something similar but much milder at Stonehenge. When can you take me to see the stones?”

His heart screamed now, but his common sense warned him that might not be wise. Better to wait for daylight in case there were other nasty surprises out there waiting for her.

He turned Marina toward him before he answered, wanting to see her face, stunned when he did. She glowed as if she’d been dipped in glitter.

“You’re … you’re sparkling.”

“Really?” She grinned. “The lights must be reflecting off my skin since you’re a little shiny, too. When can you take me to see the stones?” she repeated. “I forgot to mention it earlier, but Ewen said there shouldn’t be a problem converting that empty croft for you if you still want it. I understand that it’s closer to the stones than the Hall.”

That’s it. Come back next week for more. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.