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.

Posted by: Author | December 17, 2020

Wordless Wednesday on Thursday

Because I forgot to post these “fall” pictures. The week or so before Christmas is when we in Pensacola get our few moments of fall leaves:

Posted by: Author | December 14, 2020

Tuesday Tales- January 15, 2020- Brazen

The writers of Tuesday Tales are writing this week to the word brazen. I am still working on my paranormal story.

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“Do many people win when they challenge wills?” Sophronia’s palms were sweating. Marcus and his temper really rattled her.

“Not if they were prepared by a competent lawyer with ethics.” He smiled. “And I assure you, I am that.”

“Thank you. I’m relieved to hear it. I’ve been on the verge of coming in and telling you I don’t want the house as I’ve been worried about it.”

“Was that why you came here today? To turn down the inheritance?”

“No. I wanted to talk to you about Marcus. I’m afraid he’s been following me. Someone was in the house the other day and someone also came in my apartment and searched through my papers.”

“And you think it was him?” A worried frown passed over his brow. “I know he’s brazen and a hothead, but I can’t believe he’d break the law like that. It’s troubling.”

Talk about an understatement. Troubling? Sophronia wanted to say something sarcastic, but bit it back. “I don’t know him at all, I’m afraid. Only from the day in your conference room when you read the will. I’d never seen him before that day.”

“Have you alerted the authorities? If not, perhaps you should. Or invest in a security system.”

“I haven’t done anything yet. All of this just happened this past weekend.” Coming here was a mistake. He isn’t going to help.

Mr. Brundidge looked at his watch. “I’m sorry, but I have another appointment soon. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Considering he hadn’t helped her at all, Sophronia thought the use of the word else was a little over the top. “I just wondered if Mr. Wright ever told you why he’d leave his house to me. Why wouldn’t he leave it to family?”

“All he ever said was his grandchildren never came to see him and you were kind and always concerned about him.”

Posted by: Author | December 7, 2020

Tuesday Tales – December 7, 2020- Picture Prompt

This week, the authors of Tuesday Tales are writing to a picture prompt. These posts are limited to 300 words.

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Sophronia glanced around at their surroundings. “The place is a lot bigger than I realized. The sign says the office is closed on weekends. How will we find the grave we’re looking for without a site map?”

“We’ll just roam around. Start on one side and stroll around.” Alice touched Sophronia’s arm. “If you can walk that much.”

“Walking is much easier than sitting at this point in my life.”

“Watch out for tree roots. I see a lot of oaks out here.”

“Lord knows I can’t afford to fall again.”

“You didn’t fall in the first place, doll. Remember, you were shoved by a greedy, nasty woman.”

Sophronia laughed as she stepped through the open gates. “Tell me how you really feel.”

“I really feel like I want to karate chop her into next week.” She pointed to her right. “Let’s go this way first.”

“I’ll follow you and take the next row up.” As she uttered the words, a cool breeze wafted over her. “Wait a sec.”

Alice turned, concern etched on her face. “Are you hurting, are you in pain, do we need to get you home?”

“No, no, and no. I’ve been overtaken with a strong urge to go in that direction.” She tilted her head toward the left back area of the cemetery. An overpowering sense of being right led her to quicken her pace. The urgency sent her almost flying over a tree stump.

“Slow down, Soph. You’re going to break more than a tailbone if you don’t watch where you’re going.”

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.”

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