Tuesday Tales: 2020-11-3 Writing Shoe

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“How’s your head? Still groggy?”

“Yes.” Cold and aching, my body longed to drift off and sleep. I was lucky, so lucky a Good Samaritan had come along. He seemed so concerned. He had said to stay awake. That was important. I licked my lips. With effort, I managed to form the words that were foremost in my foggy brain. “We heading up or down?”

“Up. There’s a rockslide behind us. Happened just as I saw your taillights. Otherwise we’d be on the way to the ER right now.”

“I tried…tried to turn around. It didn’t…” Words seemed too much effort.

I blinked awake at the sound of his voice. Why did it sound so familiar? “…nothing broken. Of course there’s no medic up the ridge, but I think I can sort out your basic condition once we get you situated.”

My feet were cold. I pressed them together. One shoe appeared to be missing, but it didn’t seem to worry me. The jolting of the vehicle eased off into repetitive motion.  I was on a hammock, longing for the sun to come from behind a cloud.

My Good Samaritan turned bothersome.  “You’ve got to stay awake. Keep talking to me. It’s not far to Bonitas’s now. What time was your appointment?”

I opened my eyes and frowned. “Bonita?”

A moment passed, and then, “Bonita Jarvis. Bonbon. She said she was expecting you today.”

“Oh! Oh, yes, Bonbon. You know her?”

He grunted. “I’d say so. She’ll be worried about you in this freak weather. She didn’t expect me home until later, but I finished early. I tried to text her I had you, but probably the message is not getting through.  You had some questions to ask her, huh?”  

Confusion swamped me. “She told you?”

He didn’t answer right away, but in my head I could see him shrugging. “Sure. Not many people venture up the ridge these days.  Had to be something important.”

“You live up there, too?”

“It’s only been a couple of months. Not sure how it’s going to work out. By the way, I was really sorry about your godfather. He was a great guy. What a whacky sense of humor. Remember the crazy tricks he played on us?”

Remember. My heart pounded in my ears as realization swept over me.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt shoe. Thanks for stopping by. Read the other amazing excerpts at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories

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