Posted by: Author | November 30, 2020

Tuesday Tales- December 1, 2020- Push

It’s Tuesday Tales day again. This week, the authors in the group are writing to the word prompt push. I am still in my contemporary paranormal story.

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“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’ve really pulled a number on yourself. Tell you what. You and Haydn will stay at my place tonight. We’ll grab the dog, get you some clothes, his bowls and food and we’ll have a good old girl’s night. No boys allowed—except the canine kind. How’s that? It’ll give you time to decompress.”

Sophronia looked up and nodded. “You’re right. I don’t need to be alone with my thoughts of the boogeyman. It’ll be fun.”

She opened her door. “Let me get the mutt out of hock and we’ll be on our way.”

The expression on Alice’s face told Sophronia all she needed to know. Her friend was really worried about her. Her compassion made Sophronia tear up. She sniffed back the tears and headed to the daycare entrance.

By the time they made it back to the small apartment Sophronia rented over the garage of an elderly lady’s house, she was calmer and ready to stay at her own place.

“You know, I think Haydn and I will just go on up and lock the door. I was being silly and paranoid. We’ll be fine.”

The dog poked his head between the seats and panted in her ear.

“No can do. You have to take me home anyway, so might as well stay when we get there. I think there’s a bottle of Prosecco calling our names. I can hear it from here.” Alice scratched Hayden’s head. “Right, boy? You can hear it to, can’t you?”

Haydn let out a little woof.

Alice turned to Sophronia and grinned. “See, even he agrees with me. Come on. Let’s get your stuff.”

Sophronia turned off the car. When Alice was in one of these moods, it was best just to obey. “All right. A glass of wine sounds good about now.”

“Tsk, Haydn, she doesn’t want our company.  She wants to get sloshed.”

Although that wasn’t true, Sophronia let it go. “Let’s do this, then.” She opened the door and made her way to the outside staircase up to her cozy place.

Haydn followed at a gallop, almost knocking her over. “Settle down, boy. Snack time is coming.”

At the top of the stairs, Sophronia screeched to a halt. Her door was ajar.

She stopped so fast, Alice ran right into her. “What’s wrong?”

Sophronia stepped aside and pointed. “I left that closed and locked.”

“Let me go in first.”

“Shouldn’t we call the police? Let them check the inside in case whoever it was is still inside?”

“If someone was in there, don’t you think Haydn would be going nuts? I think it’s safe.” Alice looked down at the dog. “See? He’s still only interested in a snack.”

If she’d been home alone, Sophronia never would have agreed to this, but since her pet seemed content—other than impatient for his treat—and Alice was there, she shrugged. “All right, but I’ve got my phone in my hand.” She dialed 911, but didn’t push send. “If I see anything amiss, I’m calling for help.”


  1. Story is moving along nicely. Wine seems just about right, but who left the door open? Nice cliff hanger.

    • thanks.  I love me some cliff hangers on TT.  🙂 

  2. Yes! Yes! She should call the police before entering!! Dang it. Now I’ve got to be a nervous wreck about them getting jumped for a whole week! Great job!

    • LOL!  Nervous wreck is good.  My job here is done. 🙂 

  3. Ooh, there is something seriously creepy going on here. The police should definitely get to the bottom of it. Great job!

    • thanks Tricia!!  

  4. I love reading your scenes where you bring a dog in. Great job!

    • Thanks. I’m kind of on a dog kick at the moment. Lol.


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