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Tuesday Tales: A Christmas Story from a Picture

badge-for-tt-very-small-1Good morning. Well, December is here and with it comes snow and Christmas. Last weekend, my grandchildren and I started decorating for the season.  So far, the manger and upstairs tree are up and the decorations outside make things less dark at night. I have many more things to do before Christmas comes! This morning, I’m starting a seven-week serial story based on the six pictures and words we were given for the next seven weeks. I wanted a challenge to jumpstart my brain, which seems to have gone into a holding pattern now that Desert Deception is finished.  I’ll get back to Wedding Bell Blues in January since we aren’t too far from the climax and denouement now.

To start off my Christmas story, here is the photograph I’ve chosen, and I’ve titled the story,  Candy Kayne’s Christmas. I hope you’ll enjoy it. Remember, when the prompt is only the picture, all you’ll get is 300 words!


Chapter One

Candace pulled the last tray of sugar cookies out of the oven and placed them on the rack to cool. Why she’d volunteered to participate in the Downtown Merchants Twelve Days of Christmas Cookie Extravaganza was beyond her. It had taken hours to bake the minimum twelve dozen cookies, and she still had to ice them. Of course, she would only frost a dozen or two to start with, but they represented a sizable time investment in a questionable venture.

Kayne’s Coffee, a gourmet coffee shop, specialized in the sale of freshly roasted coffee beans, and other coffee related items, such as mugs, coffeemakers, and every imaginable accessory available. While she had several local customers, business was almost at a standstill at this time of year. During the summer, when the tourists visited the local attractions in droves, business was brisk, and she sold coffee by the mugful, along with her freshly roasted ground coffee beans, and everything a coffee aficionado could possibly want. For the season, she’d brought in a variety of hot chocolate mixes, and fancy marshmallows, but … If by some miracle she managed to make a hundred and forty-four sales, she would be thrilled, but more than likely she would be drinking hot chocolate with snowman-shaped marshmallows floating in it and eating candy cane-shaped sugar cookies until spring—the last thing her hips needed.

She sighed. “I really should bite the bullet and leave Willow Falls. There’s nothing to keep me here anymore.” Her voice echoed loudly in the kitchen of the apartment above her store. “But I can’t go back to Manhattan, and I’ve got nowhere else to go.”

What was it people said about going home? Some said you could never go back; others said it was you were loved no matter what.

That’s it for this week. Come back next week to see how Candace’s Christmas shapes up. Please take the time now to check out the other selections on  Tuesday Tales





Finally retired after more than 30 years as a teacher! Now, I get to spend my time gardening, enjoying my grandchildren, and writing. I finally completed the number one item in my bucket list and Crimson Romance published my first novel, Fire Angel, in April 2013. Since then I have published 24 manuscripts to date and don't plan to quit writing for a long time yet.

7 thoughts on “Tuesday Tales: A Christmas Story from a Picture

  1. Leaving us with a quandry? Will she go or stay? Sounds like she’s got so much invested, she’ll stay. Looking forward to hearing more. It’s funny but Willow Falls is the town in my Now and Forever series.

  2. Darn that 300 word limit on picture prompts!
    Great start to a new story. I’m looking forward to the next six weeks. And I especially love the title and what you did with Kayne. It makes a great and unusual twist.

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