A Taste of Thursday, September 25, 2014, Taylor Savior "Lilly"

Oh, look, here we are again...It's Thursday and time for a taste of my WIP, Taylor Savior, for Decadent Publishing based upon the Grimm's Fairytale, "The Giant and the Tailor".

Let's pick up where we left off last week. Aynne is in Chicago to talk to her once upon a time lover, Simon. She has just divulged that she has a ten year old daughter, Lilly, and has never married. Simon, unaware at first, raises an arched, suspecting eyebrow. Is the child the best blend of two lovers lost in their passions? Let's see how the conversation progress now that secrets are emerging from the shadows...
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Lilly

"I have three of my own – a boy and two girls. Sadly, we are sorely out-matched and out-witted by the girls. Before their mother went into hospice, we were out-numbered by the women, too! Anyway, yes! Please, I would love to see a picture of your little girl. I bet she is just as beautiful as you.”

“Simon, I am so sorry; I didn’t know your wife so ill. I am so, so sorry; I never would have come…”

“She was ill a few years ago with breast cancer. It was fairly well known in this area but probably not in San Francisco. We established a foundation when she beat it the first time. We renamed it in her honor last month as a tribute to her strength and fighting spirit. However, cancer is a silent partner and comes and goes without invitation or permission. She had more time with us because she did beat it last time. For that I am grateful, especially for the girls. They need their mother. Before she went into hospice, this time was a blessing for me and the children. That was a gift. We are stronger now, but miss her already.”

“Yes, cancer is a malevolent opponent. Here, here is Lily,” Aynne said as she extended the photograph to Simon with a nervous hand.

“Aynne, you are shaking…”

He gave her trembling hand a reassuring squeeze and took the picture from Aynne’s outstretched hand and turned it so that he could see the little girl. He looked at the photo for what seemed like a long time to Aynne. He took a deep breath and sighed, dropped his hand holding the photograph to his lap and then turned his head to the window. He gazed out the window for an equally long time.

Aynne’s breath caught in her chest the moment he took the picture of Lily. She froze, froze in a time across the decade when she first lost her heart to him.

“Aynne, she is beautiful; she is a beautiful child. She looks like you.”

“And you…”

“Yes, I see that, of course. Aynne, why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped you."

“I know I should have, Simon." 

"I deserved to know. You should have told me.”

"I am so sorry, Simon. It was a war I waged with myself daily and lost through indecision. At first I was too proud, then I was too scared and finally it just boiled down to being afraid. I was afraid to tell you. That was the hardest decision for me, Simon. I know I should have told you about Lilly but, I just couldn’t. You were married. We – you and I – broke a vow that night so willfully, so selfishly. I came to the conclusion, wrong though it may have been, that I couldn’t ask you to break any more vows with me or for me. And to tell you might have caused you more harm, harm to your family – your wife – I just couldn’t. I wanted to, truly I did, but I couldn’t.”

“Well, that is in the past now. And while not intending to, I deceived you as well.”

“I find that hard to believe, Simon. We spoke little but it seemed all so real, pure and undeniably true at the time.”

“The truth is,” Simon began, “I was separated from my wife. I was not thinking about her the night when I met you and I just could not deny myself being with you. When I came on stage that night so long ago, you looked like a porcelain flower, surrounded by nothing but shadowed darkness. You seemed to glow and I was immediately drawn to you - infatuated, I suppose ~ perhaps    hypnotized. I wanted nothing more than to touch your hem and drowned in your scent. And then you smiled at me.”

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