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Tuesday Tales- May 21, 2019- Pick

This week’s word for the Tuesday Tales authors is pick.  I am still working on my paranormal tale.

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Peering down at it, he realized it was a jar of instant coffee. He opened the lid. It smelled fresh. Turning on the hot water tap, he waited a few moments, but it didn’t get warm. The dead woman’s family must’ve turned off the water heater. If it was still on, even with the power out, it would still have some in the tank. Max had hoped to bring Stella some coffee to maybe help relax her. He thought the caffeine wouldn’t be too bad and he knew a lot of people who used the drink to settle their nerves.

Shrugging, he opened the closest cabinet and located a couple of mugs. The crystals might not dissolve, but perhaps she could use the drink anyway.

After making two cups, he held them in one hand by their handles and made his way to the candelabra.

The liquid sloshed over the sides a bit, but he made it back to Stella with most of it still in the mugs. He set them on the table and once he had the candelabra steadied, he pulled the matchbook from his pocket.

“What took you so long? I was thinking that man who followed me here had finally made his way inside and got you.” Stella stood and shook off the blanket. “You knew I was worried yet you didn’t come back fast.”

“I thought I’d make us some instant coffee.” Max nodded to the cups on the table. “Take the one on the left. There was no hot water, but I think I was able to get the crystals stirred in better in that one.”

“Oh no thank you. I’ll take the one on the right.” She stepped over to the table.

“Suit yourself. Pick whichever one makes you happy.”

“Are you sure? Do I really need to have the one on the left?”

Puzzled, he looked at her. “What are you going on about?”

“You don’t think you can fool me, do you? I know you put a tranquilizer in that mug. You think I’m irrational and want to subdue me, but I’m not crazy. I know I saw what I saw.” Stella reached out for the cup on the right then, at the last second, grabbed the one on the left instead. She tipped it toward her lips.

Before she could drink it, Max said, “If you think I drugged the left one—which I didn’t, by the way—why pick it to drink from?”

“Because you think you’re clever and I think you knew I’d catch on and would grab the right one and you’d succeed in getting the Valium in me.”

“Lady, you have some thought processes there.” He laughed. “Quite frankly, if I hadn’t lost the keys to open the deadbolt to get out of this house, I’d go out to my car, grab my medical bag and take all the Xanax I have myself. I could use the rest.”


Posted by: Author | May 13, 2019

Tuesday Tales-May 14, 2019- Picture Prompt

This week’s Tuesday Tales week is a picture prompt. I’ve not been writing and I can’t even explain all the reasons, but suffice it to say, life has been a zoo. So I am back in my paranormal tale. The hero and heroine are in a house during a storm with no power.

Be sure to check out the other tales here– see what their stories are and what photo they used.

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“There’s a five prong candelabra in the room next door. I’ll get it.”

“I hope you have matches. I had some but I’m soaked through so I’m sure they’re ruined.”

Max pulled the blanket he’d found in the hall closet closer to her as he stood. “Will you be all right here for a few minutes? I’ll get the candelabra after I head to the kitchen to scrounge in the drawers for some dry matches.”

“I don’t want to be left alone long. I’m still creeped out by my ordeal getting here.”  A shudder seemed to slide all the way down Stella’s spine as her whole body convulsed.

Unsure if it was fear or the wetness of her garments, he ducked his head before saying, “I don’t want this to come out the wrong way—”

What? Just say it. You’ve already said you think I’m crazy. Why hold back now?”

Her expression was hard to read. Was she mad, resigned or just weary?

He took a deep breath. “You’re shivering so hard, it may be a good idea to take off your wet clothes while I’m gone.”

“You want me to take off my clothes?”

The shock on her face made Max want to laugh but he knew with a certainty he’d never felt before that laughter would damage their tenuous relationship beyond repair.

Running his hand through his hair, he forced his lips not to smile. “I’m concerned with your health. Sitting in wet clothes isn’t good for you.”

“Is that your medical opinion, Dr. Edison?” The snarl on her face let him know exactly how she felt. Not resigned or tired. Angry. Extremely angry.

Max held his hands up. “Suit yourself.”

He turned on his heel and left the room. Let her have some time to cool off… or maybe freak out again.




Posted by: Author | April 24, 2019

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Wondering if Laurie is going to know what this is. 🙂

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Tuesday Tales- April 2, 2019- Alone

This week, the authors of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt alone. I am still working on the paranormal book. The heroine is on the phone with her mother talking about the hero. By the way, all the characters in this story have Beatles related names.

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“You stay away from over there, missy. You got the gift like your grandma did. You don’t wanna be attracting no spirit to follow you home and make trouble in your life.” Her mother coughed. “You hearing me, Stella girl? No nonsense, ya hear?”

“Settle down, mamma. I’m not planning to go back. I was wondering how I could help the man who wants to buy the place. He’s a nonbeliever and I’m worried he’s going to get himself hurt.”

“You need to steer clear. Even setting up a ritual to pray for his protection could drag you down.”

Stella sighed. She should’ve known her mother would flip, but she had some of her grandmother’s candles and other items used in ritual that might be of use in casting a protective net around Max Edison. She’d learned the work from her grandmother even though her mother feared it.

“If you’re asking for Grandmother’s box, no. You can’t have it. You need to forget that idea right now.”

When her mother got that tone of voice, Stella knew the pope himself could ask her for the box and she’d say no. Not that the pope believed in Voodoo. At least she didn’t think he did.

Stifling the snort that picture that thought brought to mind and disappointed in the call, Stella sighed. “Go watch your show, Mom.”

“Promise me you’ll leave this alone.”

Knowing she couldn’t do that, Stella made a noncommittal noise and said, “I’ll see you all at Sunday dinner.”

“Promise me.”

Stella glanced up at the kitschy black cat wall clock with the moving eyes and tail. Saved by the time. “You’re missing the first puzzle on Wheel. I’ll let you go.”

“This isn’t over, child.”

Posted by: Author | March 25, 2019

Tuesday Tales- March 26, 2019- Road

This week’s word for the authors of Tuesday Tales is road. I am still working on my paranormal story. I’ve been traveling and this is totally unedited.

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“There was someone behind me and whoever it was got out of their car and was following me onto the porch. There’s no way the person had time to get away from the house. Where did he go?”
Concerned about not only her obvious distress, but the tone of her voice, Max took hold of her elbow. “Come over here and sit down. You’re overwrought.”
“Don’t try to placate me like I’m a baby. I know what I saw.” She didn’t fight him, but she also didn’t seem to want to move away from the window.
He gently eased her away from the window. “Whoever you thought you saw is clearly not there now. He didn’t want to upset her any more than she already was, so he pretended to go along with her delusion that she’d seen someone. He didn’t believe her for one second, but she was so fragile, it was better to let her think so.
Glad his vision had adjusted to the dark so he wouldn’t trip over the chair he’d hurt his hip on earlier, Max led her to the closest sofa. It had a dust cover over it and he hoped it wasn’t so dirty it would soil her slacks. His were work pants so it didn’t matter to him if he got some dirt on him.
When they were seated, she faced him. “I tell you, I was followed. There were also a bunch of black birds who tried to attack my car. It was terrifying.”
“I saw birds like that when the rain first came. I was in the kitchen and they attacked the windows like they were desperate to get in. I figured they wanted shelter. Maybe they thought your car was someplace safe to take cover. You know how some birds come flying straight at windshields like they want to get in or don’t see them. Maybe it was something like that.”
“It was not. It was deliberate. To provoke me. Why won’t you believe me?” Tears streamed from her eyes, but she seemed not to notice as she didn’t even try to brush them away.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. I think you believe what you saw, but I can’t fathom that birds have the ability to form intent to scare someone. Can you understand how that sounds? Wild creatures deciding to scare a human being driving down the road? How can that be?” He knew he was going to upset her more, but she needed to see how illogical this belief of hers was. She was unstable in the extreme.

Posted by: Author | March 20, 2019

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Tuesday Tales – March 12, 2019- Steady

This week the authors of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt steady. I am back in a story I have a deadline on even though I’m not really feeling the muse, but deadlines are deadlines. This is a paranormal and we pick up where the heroine thinks she’s coming to save the hero but she’s been being terrorized on her ride to the mansion in the rain. I shared some of this in the fall and you may or may not remember it.

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Max stared out the window that had water streaming down the glass in rivulets. He could barely see Stella standing there. She was screaming loud enough to wake the people in the next county. He couldn’t understand what was possessing her or even why she was on the porch. Didn’t she say she was never coming back here?

At least she was a diversion from sitting in the dark where he’d dozed off for the last few hours. His body ached from having fallen asleep with his arms on the table. He tried to unlatch the window since he couldn’t find the keys to the deadbolt on the front door. Where did I see them last?

She kept banging on the pane so hard he was sure it was going to shatter inside the room and cut him. What was she all fired up about? Weird.

He finally got the latch turned—it was almost like someone had painted it shut—and as he pulled the tall French window toward him, Stella leaned against it. She tumbled into the room, a wet, sodden mess, and took him down to the floor with her. A bag landed with a thump beside them.

“Good grief. What are you doing here and why are you terrorizing me at this late hour?” He gently removed her body from his person and rolled out of her way.

Standing, he shook out his polo shirt to dry to get the dampness off it. “I thought you were done with this house and yet here you are.”

“Shut that window. I made a salt barrier, but whoever it is can still get in.”

“Salt barrier?” Max shook his head. This poor woman needed help in a bad way.

She struggled to her feet using the leg of one of the wing back chairs as leverage. She seemed a little wobbly and unable to steady herself  

When she seemed to have her balance, she dashed to the window and tried to slam it shut, but the wind grabbed hold of it. Max could tell she would never have the strength to close it herself.

Heaving a big sigh, he made his way to her side and pushed the thing flush with the facing. The lock closed with a snick and he turned to face her with his back to the outside world. “Care to enlighten me about why you’re here and making such a fuss?”



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