Tuesday Tales 2023-3-28 Silvery

Can you believe that March is almost over? It’s time for Tuesday Tales, March 28, 2023, where authors make use of word and picture prompts in their works in progress. I am working on a cozy mystery. Today’s word prompt is silvery. In this scene we go back to an earlier portion of the story, when Peri returns to Georgia due to her godfather’s medical condition. When you finish reading my snippet, make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.

I rolled by Glisten just after five thirty. I had kept in touch with Dovie a few times along the way, by text, to save her having to control her voice or put a clamp on her feelings. Jack’s condition had not changed. He was holding his own in a cardiac care unit in Blairsville, about twelve miles north. There was no hospital in Glisten.

I had also alerted my bestie, Robin. Her voice came through loud and clear. “Oh my, God!” she kept repeating. “And me over here in Dahlonega!” She was in another county covering a story about a winery with a hotshot vintner but would meet me at the hospital as soon as possible.

The sun slanted low on the horizon, as I texted Dovie to say I had made it to the hospital and would be up shortly.

As soon as I entered the lobby, my stomach took on aspects of a hollow gourd. I hadn’t been in a hospital since my mother died when I was a child. I pushed away the painful memory. Jack would be okay. He had to. I obtained a visitor’s pass from a smiling volunteer at the front desk. Before heading toward the silvery elevator doors, I stopped in the restroom and splashed cold water on my face.

As the elevator chugged upward, I reprimanded myself about my reticence to be here. Three years ago, I would have slogged through hell and high water to visit my brother in the hospital. There had been no chance of that, because when Johnny died, he was far from home. I hadn’t had any opportunity to help him heal or say goodbye. Not even his remains had been recovered. With my godfather, I would have the chance. That was a blessing, despite my queasiness over hospitals. The thought bolstered me, and iron ore flooded though my bloodstream. Wild strength overcame fear and stomped that sucker to the ground. Brave episodes didn’t usually last long with me, but this one gave me solace and maneuvering room. It helped me put on my fierce face before seeing Jack and Dovie.

The elevator opened to a waiting area on one side and huge Frankenstein doors on the other. Glancing in the waiting area, I saw no sign of Dovie.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet inspired by the word silvery. Thanks for stopping by. If you haven’t done so already, check out the other excerpts at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories

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