January is all over but the crying. Eleven more and it’s Christmas again! Time now to get ready for Tuesday Tales, January 31, 2023. This is where authors write excerpts incorporating word and picture prompts. I am working on a cozy mystery. The word this week is safe. When you finish reading my snippet, make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.
Sheriff Ford didn’t keep us much longer. Once the subject of signs and premonitions took the floor, it was as if he couldn’t wait to get away from Robin and me. Vivian escorted him outside and all the way to his car. Curiosity got the best of me, and I sidled to the window, with Robin right beside me. He climbed into the black SUV, started it up, and buzzed down the window. He handed Vivian a green zippered bag the size of a medium sized tablet. She patted his arm and backed out of the way.
“What do you think is in that bag?” Robin’s dark brown eyes gleamed.
“I don’t know. Maybe we can get a peek when she comes back in. Looks like there’s wording on the side. Let’s move over to the tree so she doesn’t think we’re spying on her.”
“Us?” Robin said innocently, rubbing her hands together with glee.
However, Vivian, her face looking pleased and flushed, stared straight ahead and kept the bag tucked under her arm as she marched to her office. We watched through the cracked door as she placed it into a safe atop a filing cabinet and turned the key. Robin and I exchanged meaningful glances.
By the time she returned, we had joined the few Goldies and committee members on hand in unpacking the Christmas boxes. Soon, the tree looked festive, with my donated gold and ivory angel shimmering from the heights and its matching star cascading down on a golden string. Too late it dawned on me that I should have bought one for Douglas House as well. It had always been so beautifully decorated this time of year, and Tea Thyme especially deserved the honor.
Later, after dropping off Robin at her apartment and promising myself to tackle the topic of The Real Guardian with her another time, I headed home. It’s funny how I was beginning to think of Douglas House as home, despite the fact that my roomie was a ghost named Rose, not to mention my great grandmother. Also despite my suspicion that it was best to return to Jacksonville before the business I owned half of went totally bust. How could I, though, with my godfather’s cousin under suspicion for murder?
I hope you enjoyed the snippet incorporating the word safe. 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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Great scene, Can’t wait to find out what’s in that pouch.
Me, too, although I do have an inkling heh heh.
🙂
Now I need to know what’s in that envelope!! Great snippet. Love how they don’t want to be seen, but will be looking for a way to get the information. Great story!
Her inquisitive nature is peeking out. Thank you for the feedback!
Great snippet! Can’t wait for more
Thanks, Cathy! I appreciate it.
I love reading what her thoughts are as she debates what to do. It adds to the intrigue of the story. Great job!
Oh good! I’m glad to know that. Thanks, Tricia!
Wonderful scene!
Thanks!
Ohhhhh – got to know what’s in that bag! I want to sneak back in the room and peek.
Great scene!
Let’s sneak in, Trisha!
Awesome scene. Intrigued by the thought of what’s in the pouch. Hopefully something to help with the finding the cousin not guilty. Jillian
Right? I hope so, too!