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A summer time piece from my post-Civil War novel, Hand-me-Down Bride

~~On the way to the hayfields, Karl and Sophie marvel at the beauty of a blooming field of Buckwheat.

Karl watched her. She had walked into the field, delighting in the moment, in the sun, in the sea-froth-over-sage color of the buckwheat. He’d caught a flash of her joy; joy in the splendor of this land!

After the long and terrible war, after his illness, it had been hard to find joy in his heart at anything. Today, Karl felt free as a swallow, flashing over the rising corn.

Sophie was framed against the light, her plain apron lifted by a firm young bosom, her dark hair wound beneath the bonnet. Above, great clouds sailed in shattering blue, and the buzz of those thousands of bees echoed some dream space he’d been to before, the white hum of eternity.

He tied the reins to a sapling and got down. He had wanted to put his arms around her, to mold her breasts against his chest, to catch the scent of her, to drink from those rosy, undoubtedly sweet lips. Now, he waded into the field after her, wanting even more to share her moment of happiness.

A simple gift. . .

“Das ist schon!” Face radiant, she turned. “It is beautiful!”

Eyes met, hers so dark, his so pale. Somewhere inside the shock of the moment, Karl caught a flash of his father pontificating, explaining that the Wildbachs “were North Germans of superior Prussian stock.” This girl, though gently born, had the “dark look of the humble Rhinelander.” Karl didn’t care how Papa had classed people. He dismissed the words, still whispered by a mean-spirited ghost.

“Du bist schon! You are beautiful.”

With those words, the chill presence of Theodore vanished like mist beneath a rising sun. Startled, those big dark eyes turned on him as he gathered her hands in his. Karl was awkward, but he didn’t stop.

Her hands had changed from that first day he’d seen them as she’d played piano. They were now brown from the sun and not particularly soft. The nails were shapely, neat and short. They were also the finest looking hands he’d ever seen.

Karl imagined raising them, pressing them to his lips as if they were the fine white of a lady who did nothing more arduous than embroidery. It would be a moment straight from the pages of a book he’d read as a boy, one about Camelot.

Then, as his fingers gently moved upon hers, he encountered the golden wedding band his father had put there. Karl swallowed hard, let the capable fingers slip through his.


Sophie knew she was the focus of her companion’s meditation. She watched as blonde lashes lowered upon sun-burned cheeks. Then, after the longest moment, his clear eyes fixed hers, pierced her soul. Desire and denial were there, a conflict so open she felt a stab of dismay.

“Karl Joseph. . .”

“Never mind,” Karl said softly, his eyes still holding hers. “It’s just true, that’s all. But,” he continued, looking back toward the trees, “it’s far past noon. Let’s eat.”

He turned. Without waiting for her, he walked to the shay, which they’d left in the shade of the Osage boundary, and lifted out the basket and a blanket.

Sophie followed, relieved the moment had passed. For just an instant, as he’d stared at her so intensely, she’d experienced a shiver rising straight from her core.

He is passionate–and deep. Yes, deep! Deep as the dark ocean I journeyed across!

In spite of the heat, she shivered again.

Juliet Waldron-HandMeDownBride3-150x225 (2)To help her genteel, impoverished family, Sophie agrees to marry a wealthy older man in far off America. Less than twenty-four hours after she reaches German’s Mill, Pennsylvania, events have taken a far stranger turn than anything she could have imagined.

About the Author: “Not all who wander are lost.” Juliet Waldron earned a B. A. in English, but has worked at jobs ranging from artist’s model to brokerage. Thirty years ago, after the boys left home, she dropped out of 9-5 and began to write, hoping to create a genuine time travel experience for herself–and for her readers. She loves her grandkids and her kitties, hikes, bicycles, and reads lots of non-fiction as well as books for review. For summer adventure, she rides behind her husband of 50 years on his “bucket list” black and ridiculously fast, Hyabusa bike.

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  1. SHELLEY S says:


  2. She married the father?

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

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