It’s time for Tuesday Tales, with authors writing excerpts based on word or picture prompts. The word prompt this week is lip. The snippet is from a Highlander Romance. Visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.
A voice spoke behind her. “’Tis the Battle of Piperdean you be studying there. T’was– let’s see—the year 1435 or thereabouts.”
Lana whirled with a gasp. A wrinkled, diminutive woman ambled toward her, having apparently come from a darkened section of the museum that she hadn’t noticed. Lana said, “I didn’t know anyone else was here. It has been so quiet.”
“I’m afraid I fell to cat napping and didn’t hear you come in. Have you been here long, dear?”
“Only a few minutes. I’m terribly sorry to have awakened you.”
The woman waved it away. “Pshaw. Carry on. Don’t mind old Morag. I thought I’d look in on you, is all.”
“I’m finished with the diorama.”
The woman’s eyes twinkled. “I am partial to those brave lads.”
“Oh, did you put that together? It’s very well done.”
A dimple deepened in the woman’s cheek. “I might have helped a bit. I do some work here from time to time.”
Lana returned her smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Morag. I’m Lana Keene, here visiting relatives.”
“How blessed you are to have kin so far from your home.”
Lana’s brow furrowed.
“Your accent… you are American?”
“Oh, now I see. Yes. I’m from North Carolina.” Something about the woman gave Lana a sense of wellbeing. “You remind me a little of my Gran,” she confessed. “She passed a few months ago. That’s why I’m in Scotland, actually. It’s where her line of our family came from, and when recently I found a distant cousin here…” She broke off.
“You miss your Gran.”
“Yes, I do. Her mouth felt dry, as if she’d been sleeping with a fan on her face. She rummaged in her bag for lip gloss and applied it. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I’m babbling away and interrupting your sleep.”
“Not at all. I don’t really sleep. I need naught but a wee nap now and again. My age, you know. Now come and let’s have a cup of tea and a biscuit.”
“I really should join my cousin and let you get back to….”
“It would be a kindness if you would join me.”
“Then certainly I will.” Lana followed her through a darkened doorway. A waft of cinnamon and other succulent aromas assailed her nostrils.
Morag switched on a lamp at a round table covered with a green and blue tartan cloth.
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Romance
Great scene. Looking forward to more.
Thanks!
I want to visit with Morag. She sounds fascinating. Jillian
So glad Morag sounds fascinating. She popped right in.
Great scene! I want to know more about Morag. She’s really intriguing to me.
As to the tartan on the table….Go Clan Logan!
I’m glad you find her an intriguing person, and I hope we learn more about her.
i love Morag! I suspect there is more to her than we know. I can’t wait to read more!
Morag is a cool character.