Posted by: Author | March 1, 2021

Tuesday Tales- March 2, 2021- Blue

This week’s word for the writers of Tuesday Tales is blue. I am still working on my soon to be released book.

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The rest of the morning passed quickly as Rowena spent some time sitting on the deck enjoying the warmth of the day. It was one of the prettiest days she had ever seen. The sky was a vivid blue and the wind was not too gusty. Perfection.

The sun on her face, she closed her eyes and thought back over the morning with Pembroke. This marriage thing was turning out to be interesting and intriguing. She wondered about what he had said on their way to break their fast. What else was he going to teach her? Wanting to know but fearful of the unknown, she let her mind wander and found herself reliving the moment she had almost let her hand stray to the edge of his breeches. That was when he grabbed her up and took her to the bunk. What did he not want her to see or touch in that area of his body?

Then her mind went back to the conversation when Pembroke asked if she had ever seen any of the farm animals mate. As soon as she recalled that, her eyes flew open and she said, “Oh.”

A passing crewmember stopped beside her chair. “Are you all right, Mrs?”

“Yes. Yes. I am fine. Thank you, sir. Please go on with your tasks. I was merely startled by a thought I had. Nothing to be concerned over.”

He bowed. “As you say.” And he walked away.

Now that she was alone again, she thought about the stallion and mare she had seen in the barn one day. Was what he did not want her to touch this morning the same kind of body part the male horse had? The more she mulled that over, she was sure. She had also seen a couple of dogs do the same. That had to be it.

Would it hurt? That stallion was large. Very large.

Posted by: Author | February 22, 2021

Tuesday Tales – February 23, 2021- Scout

This week’s authors of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt scout. I’ve been AWOL as some things in my life are taking precedence over writing at the moment. I am trying to get a groove back, but be patient with me. This is from a new release (time travel) coming soon – I have the edits back but still working on polishing.

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Following behind her, he realized after about an hour that he recognized a copse of tall bushes in the distance.

Reaching out to touch her arm, he said, “Wait.”

She stopped and pivoted to face him. “What?”

“I recognize some of this terrain.” He pointed ahead. “Specifically, that one group of bushes over there.”

“Then let us make haste to it and see what we can discover.” Rowena strode toward the area with purpose.

Pembroke held back his laughter. A woman walking like a man but in a gown and cloak made for some amusement. He would never let her know he thought it was humorous though. He sensed she might be easy to offend when it came to his opinion. After all, he may have been the only other person she had ever had a conversation with besides her caretakers who he preferred to think of as her gaolers. He needed to tread lightly on her sensibilities.

Glancing over her shoulder, she called out into the wind which threatened to waft her words away, “Hurry. Are you not curious?”

He was more than curious and maybe more than a little frightened. What power had brought him here and would it take him back? And to what?

There was nothing to do but go forward toward the future. Or was it the past?

Increasing his pace, he soon caught up to her and they arrived at the bushes. There was a bit of scrub brush and some bare sticks coming up from the ground. He presumed they were really weeds that would come back in the spring.

“Which one did you wake under?” Rowena was on her hands and knees, feeling around on the ground. “Was it a soft space? I have found a couple of spots that have a thick layer of moss. That would have been a lot more comfortable than some of the areas with a lot of roots.”

“I cannot rightly say. I remember waking up. I do not really recall how the sleep was. If I was on a root, you would think I would remember that.” Pembroke bent down to her level. “Let me scout around. Maybe I will be able to recognize my make-shift bed.”

He moved around the copse, lying down here and there and trying to place where he might have been when he woke.

Posted by: Author | February 1, 2021

Tuesday Tales – February 2, 2021- Anxious

This week’s word for the writers of Tuesday Tales is anxious. I am still in my paranormal tale.

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Craig cleared his throat. “The box has been opened a few times by cold case detectives, but he’s optimistic it could still be there.”

“Will you get the current people to take a look?”

“When I get a chance to talk to them. Today’s the last day I’m riding with Parker and it’s been pretty busy. It seems the bad players in town are revving up for the holiday.”

“Be careful out there.” Sophronia couldn’t bear the thought of losing him after just finding him again.

“I am. Having to be on my toes as Parker is on the warpath for some reason.”

“Didn’t I tell you she has a thing for you? She’s probably angry you’re not going to be her partner any longer.”

“Na, she always knew this was temporary.” He laughed it off.

“Did you tell her we’re back together?” Sophronia knew he had and, in her gut, she knew the woman would not be happy about it. Parker had made it clear that night of the attack that she didn’t like Sophronia and thought Craig was making a mistake being so helpful when he insisted on taking her to the hospital.  

“You know, you may be right after all. Now that you mention it, she started being in a foul mood within minutes of me telling her about you.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter. We won’t be partners and will rarely cross paths. It’s not a big deal.” He coughed. “But speaking of crossing paths, I ran across your pal Matthew today.”

“You did? How so? Did you go looking for him?” Anxious that Craig may have done something to get himself in trouble at work, she sighed deeply. “I hope you didn’t do anything rash.”

“No way. I merely asked him to give me the key Haydn found.”

Her stomach dropped. “Did you get it?”

“Not yet. He said he accidently pocketed it that day and he’d get it back to you soon.”

Posted by: Author | January 27, 2021

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | January 25, 2021

Tuesday Tales- January 26, 2021- Mud

Sorry I have been AWOL on the Tuesday Tales train. This year has already kind of been kicking my rear. I am sharing a little of the paranormal story today. The word of the week is mud.

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She tossed up a little thank you to the sky and returned to her car to drive to the Oak Street house. Laughing at herself for the thought, she said, “I’m going to be like those people who name their houses. Mine shall be Oak Manor.”

Haydn stirred when she opens the door. “We’ll take a potty break in a few minutes. I’m going to park the car in that lot a few blocks from the manor so no one will see it in the driveway and know I’m there. I want to spend some time in my house by myself.” She grinned at her dog in the rearview mirror.  “With my best boy, of course. One who always agrees with me.”

He woofed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Except when I cut off the treats at two.”

Her spirit was light and free for the moment. She’d made direct contact with the spirit of Sophie and had a plan of action. It was the most in control that Sophronia had felt since the night she was attacked.

Taking it slow and allowing Haydn time to explore the route to the house from the parking lot, Sophronia enjoyed the walk. It wasn’t as cold as the weatherman predicted and the gentle breeze felt good. She hoped Craig was having a nice time with his family, but wished he was there beside her enjoying the day. “There will be plenty of holidays in the future. This one will be just you and me, Haydn. And that’s all right by me. What about you?”

The dog ignored her as he snuffled around with his nose in the mud.

“Don’t get all messy. I didn’t bring a towel to wipe you down.”

Posted by: Author | January 6, 2021

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | January 4, 2021

Tuesday Tales- January 5, 2021- Clock

The word of the week this week for the authors of Tuesday Tales is clock. I am still in my paranormal book.

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Feeling silly as she normally wasn’t superstitious and didn’t really believe in anything paranormal, she called out, “Attention anyone here who thinks making those banging noises is going to scare me off, this is now my house and I’m going to be moving in soon. You can share the place peacefully with me or I’ll find a priest to oust you. Let’s get along, okay?”

She laughed at herself for being an idiot, but since there was no banging sound, she felt even safer than she did when she turned on the lights. If there was still a vagrant or squatter here, they must be gone. She still hadn’t been in the downstairs rooms and figured she might find evidence of such a person there. That has to be the explanation for the sounds Alice and I heard. I’m sure of it.

Even though she told herself that, she was still a big daunted about going into the attic alone. What if there’s another snake there? Get over yourself. If you’re going to live here, you have to not be afraid to be here.

She made it up the second flight of stairs—the one that led to the attic room that fascinated her—in almost a dream-like state. The silence was eerie. Sophronia pulled on her earlobes just to be sure they still worked to let in sound.

A cuckoo clock went off at that moment, startling Sophronia. She let out a little squeal. “Stop it. It’s just a clock.”

She opened the door to the turret, turned on the light, and entered. The book was not on the floor where she left it.

Panicked that someone had been in there and stole it even though she herself couldn’t take it out of the room, Sophronia’s eyes darted around the room. Desperately seeking the volume. If it was gone, her heart would break. She knew it.

But there it was. On the podium where it was when she first saw it.

“How did you get back up there?” She asked, feeling silly again. Talking to a book. Good grief.

Posted by: Author | December 30, 2020

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | December 28, 2020

Tuesday Tales- December 29, 2020- Year

The writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt of year in this last week of 2020. I am still working on the paranormal story.

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Sophronia clocked out at four and left the assistant manager in charge.

As soon as she got in her car, her phone rang. She sighed. Yes, she had blue tooth capability in her ten year old Volvo, but she still didn’t want to drive and talk. The goal in leaving a bit early was to pick up Haydn, feed him and head out to Oak Street.

But the phone call was Alice so she picked up. “I’m in the car getting ready to go get Haydn.”

“Okay. I’ll be quick. You’re off early. I thought I’d catch you still at your desk.”

“Slow day,” Sophronia lied. She wasn’t going to tell Alice the real reason as she wanted some alone time in the attic.

“Sorry. That’s not good. More online shopping again, I guess.”

Sophronia didn’t want to rush her friend but she did want to drive on to get her pet. “I’m glad you called. I haven’t had a chance to talk to you this week.” Sophronia almost said it was a hectic one, but she’d just lied about today’s busy day. She caught herself before she made the lie worse. This is why I try to tell the truth.

“I just wanted to let you know I’ve been talking to Matthew—by the way, he told me he ran into you Monday night—and he’s done some research on your house.”

“Did he tell you how he ran into me?”

“No. Why? I presumed it was one of those random things that happen in life.” She paused a second. “Wait. I know you and your vivid imagination. Did you think he followed you?”

Hearing the indignation in her friend’s voice, Sophronia forced herself to say, “No. no. Of course not. What I meant was it was dark and he didn’t identify himself walking behind me. It kind of freaked me out.”

Alice laughed. “Yeah. He did tell me that part. I told him he shouldn’t do that. You read too many murder mysteries and true crime books.”

A little peeved she’d shared this part of Sophronia’s life with a stranger, she tried to keep the anger out of her voice when she said, “Did he find out anything interesting about my house?”

Posted by: Author | December 21, 2020

Tuesday Tales- December 22, 2020- Holiday

This week’s word for Tuesday Tales is holiday. Look at that 🙂 Christmas week! I’m still in my paranormal story.

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Wednesday was a blur. A shocking number of customers came in for the day before a holiday. They sold a number of coloring books. People must have been looking for things for rowdy kids to do after Thanksgiving dinner. Sophronia only had a quick call with Craig before bed, she was so wiped out. She didn’t think she’d be so tired if she didn’t still have the sling on her arm.

Thursday morning, she decided to leave it off and drove herself to the cemetery to have a discussion with the people buried there. It was a silly idea, but Sophronia somehow felt it might help in her quest to learn more about the murdered girl’s family.

She loaded a blanket for Haydn for him to snuggle in while she was out at the gravesites. A thermos of hot coffee and a pecan sweet roll was all she needed to fill her belly. Eating as she drove, she found herself silently humming the piano solo she now associated with Sophie Richardson. She wondered if the girl had been a pianist and if the piano had been sold when she passed away.

The cemetery was deserted again. Haydn seemed content in the back seat, so Sophronia headed through the gates and down the side of the graves to the ones she sought at the back of the cemetery. This time, she wasn’t propelled against her will. She took that as a good sign. Being accepted by the spirit who wanted her help made her smile. The ghost certainly knew how to get attention when she wanted to.

Since Sophronia didn’t have the chance to see all the graves when she came with Alice, she took her time and read each of the ones in the area, doing math in her head to see how old the decedents were when they passed.

When she came to the murdered girl’s plot, she said a little prayer in her head and then spoke aloud, “I’m doing my best—well, my friends and I are—to solve your case so you can rest easier. I haven’t seen you, but I’ve seen your aunt—great aunt—Sophie. I think she’s also not able to rest because of what happened to you.”

The word grandmother wafted on the wind. A whisper that might have not been a real word, but it sure sounded like it.

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