Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales. This is one of my works in progress. Enjoy! They sat around the medium sized mahogany table. In front of each of them were a binder, a pad of paper, a yellow highlight pen, a bottle of Perrier water and a white square dish. The center of the table had platters of fresh fruit and assorted breakfast pastries. The night before Robbie had brought her to see the lofts in Williamsburg, Brooklyn before driving out to his home in Long Island City. The moment Jill stepped foot into the cottage, she had already made her decision. After spending over twenty years in Los Angeles, she was ready for country living. His house was on at least seven acres of land.   Beyond his house, the in the ground pool and tennis courts was the cottage neatly tucked away behind the trees and shrubs. The rooms were over-sized, but it was the sun room with built in bookcases that sold her. She just hoped that she was making the right decisi...

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Spider. This story is about starting over.                                            Throughout dinner, Robbie talked about his shoot two years ago in Italy. He said after being in Rome, Venice, Naples and Sicily, his favorite place was Sicily. Besides that most of the people in the small town they shot in spoke Sicilian dialect, they were the warmest and most generous people in the small fishing town.   After dinner they went down the street to an exquisite coffee shop where coffee and shots of Sambuca cost more than fifteen dollars a cup. Kim couldn’t decipher if he brought her there to impress her, or to bring her up to speed on the last trends in New York City. “Tomorrow, we have an off day. But for the re...