Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you are able to celebrate with your family and give thanks for all our blessings. Welcome to Tuesday Tales, presented by a small group of authors, where word and picture prompts inspire passages in the books we’re writing. Today’s word prompt is meet. My snippet is from a cozy mystery set in fictional Glisten, Georgia. When you finish reading, make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.
I pointed toward the outside, where police were still diligently working to examine the evidence and eventually find the perpetrator. “What do you think all these people are doing? They are working for your benefit to try and sort out this tragedy. They have only just begun but are determined to find the murderer. My friend Roy, whom you may know, is a sergeant…”
I stopped speaking as the door swung open and Robin came back in. She looked at me wonderingly. “Who were you talking to?”
I swiveled to where the spirit had been standing. There was no sight of the spectral apparition.
“No one.” My voice sounded too high. I cleared my throat. “If I was talking to anyone, it was myself. Can you blame me?”
“No.” She had a bag and two paper cups in her hands and dropped the bag on a small round table opposite the window displaying the commotion outside. “Ready for coffee?”
“Have you met me?”
Her face crinkled into a smile. “Here you go.” She handed me a cup. “Bill brought breakfast for us. I know it’s lunchtime now, but he knows how I love my eggs and sausage. Come on and sit down.”
I took a seat and removed the lid from the coffee, inhaling its dark aroma with an ecstatic sigh.
“He sends his sympathies to you for being the one to find the body. He regrets what a shock that must have been. He talked about coming in to talk to you, but I dissuaded him.”
“Thank you. Roy thought I needed tea, and I guess I did, but this coffee smells heavenly. I only had half a cup early this morning before everything happened. Where on earth did Bill find breakfast this late?”
“You know Mama’s Café?”
“Certainly. It’s practically a Glisten institution.”
“Well, the owner, Vi Green, was weary of competing with the franchises near the interstate. At the same time, locals complained at the lack of a fly by breakfast. So Vi put in a drive-thru and started offering breakfast through the window from six a.m. to two p.m. Mama’s starts serving breakfast at the same time as the franchises and continue through the lunch crowd.”
“Genuis. After what happened, I didn’t think I could ever be hungry again.” I bit into a warm buttery biscuit with a hint of honey and stuffed with sausage, egg, and cheese.
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories
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Love breakfast sandwiches! Great post.
Yes, many thanks to the Earl.
Making me hungry! Now you’ve brought a spirit into the picture and the mystery deepens. This is a great story. Can’t wait for more!
I know- that sausage egg buttery biscuit sounds really tasty.
OOOH, the biscuit sounds divine. Love this story and that we are both writing about the spirit world being part of living folks’ lives. Jillian
I’m glad we are, too, Jillian. Don’t you have a feeling they’re there if our perceptions were just a bit keener? We have both had experiences supporting such an idea.
Absolutely!!!
Ooh! That made me hungry for a breakfast sandwich! Love that she got caught talking to the spirit. Great job!
Right??! Can’t go wrong with eggs on biscuit.