Jillian Chantal

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt gray. I am still in my ghost story and the heroine is talking to the police officer who thinks there is no way she can be talking to dead people.

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“You’re really pretending to talk to a dead man?”

“She’s not pretending. I’m right here.” Max grabbed his own chest. “I can’t be dead. I can’t. I was going to propose to my sweetheart. The ring is in my glove compartment. I was going to take her for a drive and ask her to hand me something from the glove box and when she opened it, she’d find the ring.” Holden’s tears flowed freely down his face. “If I am dead, you have to find me. Find my car and give her the ring. Please.”

“I’ll do what I can, Max. Tell me where exactly you last recall being.”

“I’m going to have you committed. You need help, lady,” Godfrey said.

“I’d just passed Jim’s Fish Camp when I saw the headlights and swerved.”

She looked up at Godfrey. “How about a wager?”

“What kind of wager? On how long they’ll keep you in the hospital for your nervous breakdown?”

“Ha-ha, very funny. No. If I tell you where I think you can find Max Holden and that there’s an engagement ring in the glove compartment…” she paused and glanced over at Holden. “What kind of car?”

“My Mustang is a 2019 and is charcoal gray.”

“You’re really pulling my leg now, aren’t you? I have to admit, you’re a good actress with all that pretend conversation there.” Godfrey smirked.

“He has a charcoal gray 2019 Mustang. He wants the engagement ring to go to his girlfriend. The last thing he remembers is headlights coming toward him and swerving. I’m pretty sure you’ll find his car in the water near Joe’s Fish Camp on the side going toward Milton. If you do, you’ll stop harassing me and calling me a liar.”

“And if I don’t?” Godfrey raised his eyebrows.

“I’ll walk willingly into that mental hospital and stay as long as they want me to.”