Tuesday Tales – Sweet
Posted by triciaandersen
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Gideon didn’t remember his walk home. His mind raced. What Katarina said could not be true. It just couldn’t. General Hellwig was not a murderer. It was true he dealt with his men with a firm hand. Yet he wasn’t oppressive. It was like a father dealing with a band of wild, unruly sons.
He unlocked the door of his townhouse and shoved it open, slamming it closed behind him as he passed through. He slumped on his stool next to his workbench then poured himself a generous glass of absinthe. He winced as he drained the tumbler. He fought to keep the image from his brain. He had to.
When General Hellwig’s men found themselves with a night off they would frequent the taverns near the dirigible base. Although the camaraderie was just what Gideon needed he grew to hate the trips. More than once he found the General in the alleyways consorting with riffraff – just the type of low life scum that murdered Sophia and Toby. Their pockets already looked lined with ill-gotten gains. Gideon never understood what the General was doing.
He lowered his head, resting it on his workbench with a sigh. Now he did. It suddenly all became crystal clear.
Gideon rose to his feet and paced away from the bench. It was time for more pleasant thoughts. His lips curled in a smile as he remembered Emma. Her soft curves beneath her pale blue gown, her perfect chiseled features, her jeweled blue eyes made his heart rage. He groaned as he fantasized of her sweet red lips. What would she taste like? Every fiber of him demanded to know. He shook himself to his senses. Had the brief encounter with the blonde extinguished his undying love for Sophia? Sophia was his everything. Was he ready to betray that?
Even if he’d like to seek vengeance on the General for Sophia and Toby’s murders he couldn’t. He couldn’t tarnish his precious wife’s memory.
Gideon stopped his pacing and stared at the front door with a puzzled frown. There was a gentle knock. He crossed the room and tugged it open. He met Emma’s beautiful, brilliant smile with a look of shock.
“Oh good, Captain Alexander. You are home,” her voice sang soft and sweet.
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About triciaandersenI am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.
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