Saturday, October 25, 2008

No Use Crying Over Spilled Coffee - Part 3

Damia clutched the warm travel mug of hot coffee in her cold hands and huddled deeper into her coat. A chill wind blew in off the sound that matched the chill in her soul.

She stared out at the ocean, longing to escape but she knew this wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Oh, she could walk along the beach for as long as she liked, but ultimately, she'd have to return to her new home. Damia shook her head in disgust.

Stupid! Sleeping with Trevor Falcon had to be the most brain-dead thing she'd ever done. She let herself be lulled by lust last night. Damia kicked a rock. No, not lust. She knew it hadn't been something as fleeting and simple as mere lust. At least it not on her part. She loved him, and loving him was even more idiotic than making love to him. Especially after she saw him kiss her sister, Lori.

"Damia, are you going to come inside or turn into a popsicle out here?"

She shivered, but not with cold. Trevor's deep voice sent a shot of heat straight through her. Hot moist heat. Slowly she turned to face her husband. Husband? Was he? Really?

She eyed him, trying to decide whether to take this conversation into the big house they rattled around inside. Why did he have to look so good? Tight jeans, sheepskin jacket, hands tucked in his pockets.

Don't fall for it, Damia. She ordered herself. Remember, Trev used you last night, just like he used you when Lori ran off.

No. To be honest, she let him use her before and last night. Pathetic. She'd taken one look at him and wanted him. She still resented that he'd chosen Lori instead. Why had she let down her guard last night?

"At the moment, popsicle is looking good." She took another drink of her coffee.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I should have told you at the handfasting, but Aunt Sybil's vision was clear. Marry a Raven or the family was doomed." He shrugged.

He'd gone through with their handfasting to mitigate his Aunt Sybil's Midsummer prophecy of the fall of the house of Falcon? Jeez, who were these people? Trevor didn't look much like Vincent Price or like what she imagined Roderick Usher might look like. Even so, they seemed to think this curse stuff was real.

Ravens had never taken auguries or prophecies too seriously. Visions depended too much on the interpreter of the vision and their ability to understand the message. Aunt Sybil seemed like she was good, but the future wasn't predetermined. A single act could create a new outcome. Like Yoda said, always in motion is the future.

Damia smiled as she thought about her grandmother, the family matriarch. She liked to say, Follow one path too diligently and you miss the branches which lead in new exciting directions. This is one exciting new direction she could have done without!

"It isn't just the stupid prophecy."

"Then what?" He genuinely looked baffled.

"How 'bout that stellar liplock with Lori last night? Or did she throw herself into your arms?" Damia wished she could believe that, but she knew her sister too well. Lori hadn't been participating in that kiss.

He ducked his head. "I heard you so I grabbed her to shut her up."

"You kissed her to keep her quiet. Yeah, right."

He took a step forward, holding out his hand. "It's exactly right. I'm not proud of myself, but when she realized I hadn't told you why I pushed you into the handfasting, she swore she would tell you herself if I didn't. I heard you coming and all I could think of was keeping her mouth too busy to tell you."

"Trevor, I may be stupid enough to sleep with you, but I'm not that dumb."

"It's the truth, Damia."

He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her tight against him. She fought to fend him off with her coffee cup, so he took it from her and threw it away. It bounced against one of the boulders lining the shore and cracked open like an egg, spilling coffee all over the rock.


"I don't want you to leave me," he whispered, staring into her eyes. "Don't go..."

Oh Lord and Lady... What should she do now?


  1. Fran, I just love this story. Tell me, are you falling in love with them, too?

    It's interesting that as writers one random snowflake can multiply into a blizzard of ideas. Characters walk out of the mists of our imagination and take off into their own adventures.

    Thank you for the awesome reads.

    I sincerely hope it will continue.


  2. Talia,
    Thanks so much for the compliments. I'm kind of falling in love with these characters too. I was going to TRY to wrap it up with this one, but they wouldn't let me.