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The Tender Heart
by Sara-Bella Rottenstein   

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A woman embarks on a new relationship, and in doing so reflects on her past and her journey so far. As she travels through her memories and the affairs of the heart she has no idea that the new lover she met on the internet also has a past and how the two find themselves converging in a way that neither woman could predict.

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The grass was wet with dew and it felt refreshingly cool on her feet as she ran quickly to her lover’s arms. She had heard the car pull into the drive, and in her excitement she had forgotten to step into her shoes. Her heart raced as she drew near to the arms she had so longed to feel around her. At last the moment had come and they embraced each other. They melted into each other until they were as one. Now, she held her dream woman in her grasp and she knew in that moment they would never let each other go. For a moment that seemed like an eternity, they gazed into each others eyes and like a magnet their lips were drawn together. Finally they kissed, it was lingering and sweet and she wanted it to never end.

They had spoken for months, at first over the internet and then in long expensive phone calls. She had the voice of an angel and eyes that were deep and easy to get lost in. For once she was glad she had listened to her heart and not her head. Her many friends had warned her about online romances, but it had seemed so real from the very start, so right, she had no doubt she had found her soul mate.

She took her by the hand and led her into the house, “Would you like something to eat or drink” she asked. “Yes thanks, a coffee would be great, I didn’t get a chance to have anything before I left” was the reply. “Please make yourself comfortable, I’ll put the coffee on and rustle up some breakfast”.

Her hands were shaking as she rushed to prepare the perfect breakfast. Even a moment away from her was already unbearable. She ran to the lounge door “Won’t be long” she said. The object of her desire was examining her collection of classical music. “I love this piece” she said “do you mind if I put it on?” “Go ahead”.

During breakfast they smiled and chatted, it was wonderful, as though they had known each other all their lives. No awkward silences like there had been on some of her previous encounters. The conversation flowed easily between them. It had been a long time since she felt so happy.

“Well” she asked “are you disappointed”. “How could I be, you are perfect”. “So are you”. “What shall we do now, want to go for a walk?” “Breakfast was great, thank you” she replied “Why don’t we go upstairs?”

She took her hand and together they ascended the narrow stairs, they both knew what was going to happen next.

The next morning Alice woke, she felt like she had just awoken from a beautiful dream and as she collected her senses, she felt a gentle gossamer breeze flit tenderly across her cheek, and then a light touch brush her brow. She turned her head towards its direction and she heard “Good morning my love.” Not a dream, not a dream at all. Livia.



It was 1989 and I was in my final year of law. It had been hard work and I was looking forward to getting my degree. If I learned one thing in those years it was that I had no desire to ever practice law. I had very little idea what I would do, and if I had known where it would ultimately lead me I would not have believed it, but life has a way of surprising even the most resolute and strong headed. Alice Louise Benson was going to conquer the world one way or another, or so I thought.

Three years of law school, had been too much like hard work, a stark comparison to the easy years at home with mother and dad, being pampered, the adored only child, indulged with every whim. They were the perfect parents even if I was not always the perfect daughter, but it didn’t seem to matter to much to them, as far as they were concerned I could do no wrong, and believe me I had tried plenty to be the precocious child followed by the rebellious teenager. Much to my annoyance they recognised it for what it was. “Just a phase” Mother would say, “Expect she will grow out of it” Dad would retort. It was always the same unconcerned response, when I decided to be a hippy or a goth, and then a Buddhist and at least a hundred other persona I had donned to “find myself”.

Finally I did find myself, what I found was quite a surprise to us all. We were spending our summer holidays at Uncle Henry’s farm, and it was one of those sweltering hot summers. My cousin Donald had a friend, Daisy and her parents staying for the weekend, we all thought he was rather sweet on her, he acted quite strangely whenever she was within sight of him. Begrudgingly along for the ride was Daisy’s twin sister, Rose, she was identical to her sister but while Daisy was the demure little lady, Rose was a the consummate tomboy. She hated the countryside, and couldn’t wait to get back, as she put it, to the “buzz” of town.

One day the whole crowd of them decided to go off on a jolly old picnic, I of course would have none of it, “Well why don’t you just stay here and enjoy yourself, darling” said mother as she hurried out the front door “don’t forget to eat something, don’t want you wasting away before we get back”. She was halfway down the driveway when she rushed back and planted a big motherly kiss on my cheek, and just as quickly propelled herself head first out the door again towards the waiting car. “Come on old girl” I heard Dad say, not really sure if he was talking to mother or his beloved car.

I had reeled at the thought of going on the grand expedition with the others, an afternoon of polite conversation and preening parents, soggy sandwiches and warm cola. No one had told me I was not alone on the farm, and I simply thought, as I had the whole place to myself I would do anything I felt like doing, and as it was so hot and my clothes were sticking to me, I could not bear it another second I ripped them off flinging them hither and thither as I raced down to the pond. As I approached the cool inviting water which was glistening in the sunlight, I was by now totally undressed, I became aware of some movement in the water, but with the glare of the sun in my eyes I wasn’t sure exactly what it might be.

I stopped dead in my tracks. There emerging from the water directly in front of me was Rose who had also managed to avoid being dragged along with the others. She was completely naked, a vision of loveliness. I could not take my eyes off her lily white skin, little droplets of water clung to her, then slowly each in turn ran down her body, caressing each curve while leaving a little wet trail in its wake. Suddenly I felt my heart pounding in my chest, with an excitement I had never experienced before. I was stuck rigid to the spot. Rose walked over to me, “Nice boobs” she said admiringly. I had quite forgotten I was also naked, and for the first time in my life I felt very shy and moved to cover myself with my hands. Rose took my hands in hers and said “don’t do that, no need, you really are quite lovely”. Her smile radiated a warmth that calmed me immediately. “Come on then, aren’t you going to take a dip with me”. Not another word was spoken as we swam playfully around each other for almost an hour. “Let’s eat” she said as she abruptly stood up and walked towards the house, I followed obediently. Once in the house I headed for the shower, I lost sight of Rose, as she walked at a pace and she was at the house well before me. The water in the shower was refreshing and felt so good, and I was so occupied thinking about what I should have for lunch, well maybe a thought or two about our naked swim and her delicious contours, that I hadn’t even noticed that Rose had stepped into the shower with me. Needless to say it wasn’t too long before I found myself, in more ways than one, and it was Rose that helped me find myself. I found myself many times with Rose during that long hot summer vacation. When it was over and we all had to return to our homes and our lives, I left with a broken heart as Rose and I parted and I never saw her again. “Just a phase” said mother, “Expect she’ll grow out of it” said Dad, but not this time, this was no phase.



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Reader Reviews for "The Tender Heart"

Reviewed by Sharon Har Paz 6/27/2009
This is great! Well written! Very intriguing. I was captured by the plot and really wish to read more. Well done Sara-Bella! I wish you got it published asap.

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