Monthly Archives: May 2016
Hey everyone! It’s time for Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “purple”. This is the second to last installment of Gideon and Emma. Soon I’ll be starting the first book of my Fighter Girlz series.
Six months later…
The small shop was bathed in the amber glow of the oil lamps. Outside the crickets chirped merrily. Gideon slipped the leather apron over his neck and tied it behind his back. It was nearly midnight. It was time to get to work.
He had nothing but luck since he stepped off the dirigible into the New World. He was able to find a room the first night. The second night he found the innkeeper’s wife struggling with a contraption. Gideon offered to take a look at it. The frustrated woman all but slammed it into his chest. A couple turns of the screws and a drop or two of oil later it hummed back to life. Gideon wasn’t sure what it was but it was fixed. He returned it to the overjoyed lady of the house.
Word spread like wildfire of Gideon’s tinkering skills. In five short months he was able to purchase his shop and the adjoining cottage. People from far and wide brought him things at all hours of the day. It was all right. He couldn’t sleep. Every time he dozed he dreamt of Emma. The heartache was too much to bear. At least when he was working he could preoccupy his mind with thoughts other than her.
The thinking of the bell over the door pulled him from his project. A woman in a deep purple gown breezed in, clutching something to her breast. A large brimmed hat hid her face. By the swell of her belly it was simple to tell she was pregnant.
“May I help you, miss?” Gideon offered.
“I hope so. The love of my life left me this but it does not work.”
Gideon’s breath caught in his throat at the sound of the voice. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked down at the white and brass rose that lay on the counter. Then he looked up into Emma’s blue eyes.
Gideon shuffled to the kitchen to find the old biscuit box. Tears burned his eyes. He dug for the money he stuffed at the bottom until he brushed the currency. Wrapping it in his fist he trudged back to the living area where Emma and Edgar waited.
“We will destroy your notes, Gideon,” Edgar assured. “No one will be able to trace Katarina’s plot to you. Now, we need to go.”
Silently the three stepped out onto the street and hurried towards the dirigible. Gideon wrapped his hand tightly around hers. He memorized the feel of her flesh. He would never get to touch it again. He felt her shudder beside him. Would she miss him as much as he would her? He couldn’t live without her.
The dirigible floated like a shadow against the night sky, the curve of the balloon turning the full moon into a sliver. Crowds of passengers roamed towards the behemoth to board for their trip to the New World.
Gideon stopped dead in his tracks. “No. I won’t do this.”
Emma wrapped her arms tight around him. “Gideon, you have to save yourself.”
“I will not leave you.”
He looked into her eyes. “Find love.”
Her smile was sad. “I already have. And I never will again.”
The sound of footsteps turned their attention. Constables swarmed the area. Edgar nudged him towards the dirigible. “Go. Now. You’ll be arrested if you don’t.”
Gideon stared at Emma long and hard one last time before he spun on his toe and rushed to the dirigible. He took one more glance at her then boarded. He slumped on the floor of the deck and buried his face in his hands. He never felt love like this, not even with his wife. He knew he never would again.
Gideon shook his head violently. “No. They can hang me. I will not lose you. I love you.”
Emma hurried across the room to him and clasped his face in her hands. “I love you too, more than my own life. That is why you have to do this. If they capture you, if they execute you, it will destroy me.”
He pulled her into his arms and held her tight. She melted into his hug. She buried her face in his chest and whimpered. “Please, Gideon. Go. Save yourself.”
“Not without you.”
Gideon’s attention was torn away when he heard a rustle at the door. He let Emma go then strode to his workbench. He open a drawer and pulled out a pistol. He killed one person already that night. To protect his love, he would easily take another life.
The doorknob twisted. Gideon lifted the pistol to shoot the intruder. He breathed a sigh of relief as a bruised Edgar slipped inside.
“Good lord, man. Lower your weapon,” Edgar chided.
“I thought you were an intruder,” Gideon countered. “What is the word from the Helleig mansion?”
“Katarina’s men implicated you, Gideon. You need to go.”
“I told him to purchase a ticket to the New World,” Emma suggested quietly.
“And I told you I will not go without you,” Gideon replied.
“I agree with Emma.” Edgar glanced out the window. “There are men looking for you as we speak to arrest you. A dirigible leaves tonight. Get there before the word reaches the pilot and he detains you.”
“Stop being a fool, Gideon. Put your pride aside. I will take care of Emma. No harm will come to her. Go.”
Gideon looked from Edgar to Emma. He swallowed hard. It felt like a cold stone lodged in his throat. Finally he choked out his answer. “Fine. I will get the money.”
“Emma and I will see you off. Hurry. You haven’t much time.”