Tuesday Tales 2022-11-22 Turkey

It’s Thanksgiving time! I hope you and your family enjoy a multitude of blessings. Welcome to Tuesday Tales, where authors write weekly excerpts incorporating word and picture prompts.  In this scene from Silver’s Angel, our hero and heroine reminisce about home and Thanksgiving. When you finish reading my snippet, make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.

Angel and Lucien waved and watched the trio of skiffs zip away with several of his band members and crew and most of the other models. The white froth following along behind the boats echoed the churning of her stomach. Trying not to sigh, she leaned her sweatered arms on the railing and glanced at him from the corner of her eye before studying the water again. “You leave at ten in the morning, you said?”

He nodded. “Cody, Stalk, and me. We have a car rental waiting, and I’ll drop them off along the way before heading on to Chalmette. I’m glad we have one more night together. I heard you on the phone yesterday and was afraid you’d be leaving with your friends.”

“N-not until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Big plans for Thanksgiving?”

“Mmm, not too big. The usual.”

“Angel, I know I asked before, but you could come with me to my uncle’s, you know. He and my aunt would love to meet you.”

And she’d love to meet them—in other circumstances. “It’s sweet of you, but it’s you they want to see and I can’t leave Eddie on his own, not with trouble being his middle name.” She forced herself to brighten. “Tell me about Thanksgiving at their house. Is it a big deal?”

A dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth. “It’s a shindig. The cooking is mostly done outside, even some of the baking. There’ll be turkey, deep fried, and Cajun rice simmering in a big iron cauldron. Plus the usual sausages and seafood, and my favorite—cornbread. I haven’t been in a couple of years, but my uncle and aunt always go all out, ever since, well, ever since my dad dropped me off one Thanksgiving eve and took off for parts unknown.”

The hurt in his voice raked her heart. “You said he’s called Crazy Jack, your dad.”

His made a scoffing sound, and his dark eyes flashed for an instant. “Yep, a fortune teller, and crazier than any Jack you ever knew.”

“You think he might show up this year?”

He looked startled and then shook his head. “Nah. He used to turn up like a bad penny every three or four years, but not lately. For all I know, he may be dead—or in jail somewhere.”

“Oh, Lucien.” She touched fingers to his forearm. “What if he’s sick or something? Have you thought about looking for him?”

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

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By Flossie Benton Rogers

Paranormal romance author who loves to shake the edges of reality.

19 comments

  1. I love the interaction between these two. I hope she goes with him. Why do I think they might launch an adventure together to find Crazy Jack? That would be awesome. Looking forward to where this is going. Great story!

  2. Crazy Jack, huh? I have a feeling we might see more of him!! Question of the day is do you like regular cornbread or sweet cornbread? I like both! Love fried turkey, too. This was great and made me hungry. Happy thanksgiving. Jillian

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