Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales.  This week I'll be writing to the picture prompt below.  I hope you are enjoying Pia and Lorenzo's Story. On the way back to Staten Island, instead of using the highway, Lorenzo drove through the streets.   This took Pia by surprise.   Why was Lorenzo purposely taking the long way home where they had to stop at every corner because the lights weren’t in sync? Lorenzo reached over and pinched her cheek.   “I know what you’re thinking.” “And what’s that?” she played along with him. “I want to show you this house.   It’s in the middle of Bensonhurst.” “What so special about it?” “As a kid I called it the mystery house.” “Why’s that?” “The house was so big, unlike the ones around it.   The Fishers were the owners.   They are eccentric and still to this day leave their house decorated for Halloween all year long.” Lorenzo pulle...

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday tales.  This week's word prompt is cool.                                              For a late summer night, the air was cool.   This was the time of year Pia hated most, when the temperature plummeted at night.   But somehow tonight the cool air didn’t seem to bother her.   They walked along the bridge holding hands, walking straight down the center of the path.   Whenever Lorenzo would try to lead her over to the side, she would gently tug on his hand pulling him back.   She didn’t want to tell him how much she feared the ocean.   How as a kid the undertow pulled her under water by the ocean’s edge. How that fear never left her and still haunts her every time she’s near water.   Bu...