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A Lonely Vicar for Valentine’s Day

Welcome to my stop on the Valentine’s Day Flash Fiction blog hop for 2021

Thank you, Tanya Wilde, for sharing your book, A Promise of Scandal, and for your Valentine’s gift of a story.

Here’s mine. [UPDATE: GIVEAWAY OVER but the story is still here.]

A gift on Valentine’s Day

When the knock came, Barney Somerville was writing a sermon for St Valentine’s Day. On Holy Love, not on the romantic love his younger parishioners giggled about and hoped for. He was not qualified to speak about romantic love, and was not likely to become so.

As curate for his father in this isolated parish, his only income was a stipend barely sufficient to clothe and feed him, supplemented by the generosity of those parishioners who could spare a couple of cabbages or a cod or two from a good catch of fish.

Love outside of marriage was against his calling and his morals. And marriage was beyond his means.

Just as well he had never met a woman he would care to spend the rest of his life with.

The knock disrupted his mournful musings, and was followed by another before he could reach the door. He opened to a woman he didn’t recognise. Unusual, but not improbable. He had only been in the parish for six months, and perhaps she lived in an outlying hamlet and had been unable to attend church. Or perhaps she was a traveller, passing through.

Certainly, she was dressed for travel, as were the infant perched on her hip and the boy behind her on the path, head down, kicking at pebbles. The two children were dressed in clothes that had been inexpertly dyed a deep mourning black.

He had time to make that assessment and open his mouth to ask how he could help when she demanded, “Are you Mr Somerville?”

“I am. How—?”

She interrupted. “Mr Barney Somerville?”

“Yes. May—?”

The woman thrusted the infant at him. “Then these are yours. Boy! Carry the bags for your uncle!”

The boy looked up, disclosing the countenance that had been hidden by the cap. Barney didn’t have time to take in more than the dark skin and angry eyes before he had his arm full of little girl; a blond moppet who stared solemnly into his face then gave a deep sigh and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

His sister’s children. He clutched the little one close. Annabel. Her sunny little darling, his sister had called her in her letters. He had still not replied to the last one, dated only two weeks ago and delivered yesterday.

“I am feeling somewhat better this past week, Barney. Perhaps my little brother has been praying for me. Perhaps I will not need, after all, to burden you with my treasures, though it feels wrong to call them burdens when they have been my greatest blessings. My clever lad, with the heart and soul of a hero, and my sunny little darling, his sister.

When you wrote to say you would offer us all a home — you cannot know how it eased my mind, dear brother. I hope I will be able to come, but Barney, I am so grateful to know you are willing to have the children should anything happen.”

Tears in his eyes, his mind a whirling blankness, he could barely muster words of thanks to the woman, who was announcing that she had delivered the children, as promised, and must hurry to rejoin her husband, who would have procured a change of horses by now. “We want to be in Yarmouth by nightfall. You! Boy! Be good for your uncle, hear?”

She was through the lych gate and on her way down the lane before Barney had wrestled his grief into submission enough to speak again.

“You are very welcome, Daniel,” he said to his nephew. “Are you hungry? Come inside and I will see what there is to eat.”

Something to eat. A place to sleep. He had five spare rooms with bedframes and mattresses, left by the previous incumbent, although he had no idea of their condition. He had been using only the one bedchamber. Would there be sufficient linen and blankets to make up beds for a boy and a little girl? Surely.

He should send for Mrs Withers. She was paid five shillings a month to come daily to cook and clean, but turned up four or five times a week and usually limited her culinary contributions to heating a pie or a stew gifted by another parishioner.

He managed to occupy his mind with such practical necessities, while underneath the grief raged howling. His sister was dead. Dead to him, by his father’s decree, more than a decade ago, when she married against their father’s will. But he had known that she was still living in the world, and just these past three months they had found one another again.

Now she was gone. She who had been a little mother to him when he was not much bigger than Annabelle, his friend and confidante when he was Daniel’s age and she a girl on the threshold of adulthood. She had given him a card each Valentine’s Day until her father exiled her, made with her own hands, and he had drawn her pictures of hearts and written inexpert poems praising her chocolate cake and her roast lamb.

They would never meet again in this life, and all that was left of her sat at his kitchen table, eating day old bread and cheese, toasted over the kitchen fire. Her last Valentine’s Day gift to her little brother.

He left Daniel to supervise Annabel and went upstairs with some sheets he had found to make their beds. Silently, he addressed his Maker. “I don’t know how to do this, God. Raising two grieving children on my own? Father won’t increase my stipend. He is likely to demand I hand them over to an orphanage, and that I will not do. I cannot believe You expect it of me.”

The turmoil within stilled. Barney took the warmth that spread in its place as an answer. “They will stay with me, and I will trust you to look after us,” he said.

He hoped, though, that God planned to send them some help.

***

Six weeks on, a sullen and angry Daniel has annoyed half the parish and Barney is more frazzled than ever. Then a storm comes, and with it the miracle he didn’t quite like to pray for.

Read Barney’s unexpected romance in When Dreams Come True, a novella in Storm & Shelter, currently on preorder at the special discount price of 99c.

Storm & Shelter

When a storm blows off the North Sea and slams into the village of Fenwick on Sea, the villagers prepare for the inevitable: shipwreck, flood, land slips, and stranded travelers. The Queen’s Barque Inn quickly fills with the injured, the devious, and the lonely—lords, ladies, and simple folk; spies, pirates, and smugglers all trapped together. Intrigue crackles through the village, and passion lights up the hotel.

A collection of eight all-new novellas. See blurbs here. One storm, eight authors, eight heartwarming stories.

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Download Chasing the Tale

GIVEAWAY OVER–It’s still available here.

Escape into another place and time just long enough for a lunch or coffee break in eleven short stories from the imagination of award-winning author Jude Knight. Nine Regency plus one colonial New Zealand and one Medieval Scotland.

Go in the draw to win a gift card

The contest was open for long Valentine’s day—from sunrise on 14th February in New Zealand (noon on February 13 U.S. EST) until midnight on 14th February in Hawaii (or 5 AM February 15 U.S. EST). When the contest ended, we collected all comments on all 15 blogs in the hop.

The winner of the gift card to the value of US$75 was Traci Bell. Her comment on Alina K. Field’s blog was the one drawn at random from the 300 comments across the 15 blogs.

Next up, Riana Everly

Thank you for joining me today. Your next stop is the lovely Riana Everly, author of romance and historical romance with a Canadian twist. Enjoy!

 

69 thoughts on “A Lonely Vicar for Valentine’s Day”

  1. CONTEST CLOSED

    Long Valentine’s Day is over, as is the Chasing the Tale giveaway and the entries for the gift card prize draw. We’ll be holding the prize draw on the comments we have.

    Please feel free to continue letting me know what you think of the story.

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    • My pleasure. I look forward to hearing whether you think When Dream Comes True gives the children, as well as Barney, their happy ending.

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  9. Happy Valentine’s Day Jude! Oh my heart is engaged! Cannot wait to find out what happens! Those two little ones that will be so special and maybe a handful too!! Just the right woman will have to appear! Hugs

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  13. Barney Somerville already has a place in my heart! He’s a wonderful character, Jude. Add two little orphans to the list and you have a winner. Thanks for your generous gift!
    Happy valentine’s Day <3

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  16. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and yours, Jude:) Thank you so much for the free book, looking forward to reading it and also loved reading the excerpt from “When a Dream Comes True”!!

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  17. I hope everyone takes advantage of your kind offer of CHASING THE TALE for free! I purchased it when it first came out and enjoyed it very much.

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    • That’s what I hoped you’d say! I look forward to hearing what you think of my When Dreams Come True and the other seven great novellas in the book.

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  26. Ooo i already have the book, just got it the other day! The story of Barney sounds fantastic! I cant wait til it drops. 😊

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