Romantic Fiction Author Rusty Blackwood Shares an Excerpt from her Working Romance Drama, ‘Willow’s Walk’ …

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— Willow opened her front door and stepped inside her solitude. The only sound heard was that of the battery clock upon the mantle diligently ticking away the time. Thoughts consumed her, thoughts of what lay ahead, the problems that continued to plague her, and what she could do to avert them. Regardless of these all-consuming thoughts, her strongest centered on Jonas, and what had recently happened between them. How? How could she have done that – allowed that? Willow thought, chastising herself for her behavior, her lack of judgment as well as conduct. She thought about what had been going on between them for so long, the wretched arguments they had endured, and the horrid words they had spoken to each other. Yet in those few, lust-filled moments together, all of that had ceased to be. It was gone, as if their rift had never happened. Jonas had made love to her – she had let him make love to her who in turn allowed her to feel wanted, needed by him in the way she had once felt. Maybe it had started because of anger, frustration, or his inability to cope with a woman whom he could no-longer control, make do as he wanted. But if he had felt that way, it had soon given way to passion, the passion he once felt for her, and she for him. Willow could not deny what she had felt during their recent copulation; in fact she savored it, and now found the remembrance of it working its way into her soul.

The stillness beckoned her. She moved about the room, looking around at the blue damask walls and to the pictures lining the mantle. She often did this. It brought her comfort to do so, but not only comfort; it steeled her wool, shored up her weakened damn, and allowed her to regroup. But the illicit moments recently spent with Jonas did not diminish the present problems. If anything, they made them even worse, for here she was, supposedly in love with a man so ridiculously young that even that was inconceivable entirely on its own, almost unlawful—my God if he was one year younger he would be jail-bait, prison time—if she were caught. Now she’s gone and complicated that with re-awakened feelings for her estranged husband. Then there was the ever present debt situation that seemed to grow larger with each passing day. When it came to Willow’s walk, there didn’t appear to be any let-up to the absurdity surrounding it. She had always been a bit on the facetious side, always at the ready to defend her latest venture, regardless of how outrageous or inconceivable, but now she found herself at a loss for direction, at least a sensible one.

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