Tuesday Tales 2023-8-8 Wood

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, where writers use word and picture prompts in our stories. My current work in progress is a cozy mystery. This week’s word prompt is wood. Events occur at the August Crow Hotel, Peri’s former childhood home, in Glisten, Georgia. When you finish reading my snippet, make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.

Dovie set about removing cups and saucers from a cabinet. “Peri, do you know Naomi Upshaw?”

I considered. “I know of her. She’s a fixture in Glisten.”

“With an aristocratic thumb in every pie,” Robin muttered wryly.

Dovie placed our cups on the tray and poured tea and coffee.

Her hands revealed a slight tremble, which made me wonder just how exhausted she was. I shooed her away. “Robin and I will play mother. Why don’t you go on and sit down?”

She managed a wan smile. “I suppose I do need a break. My energy level is a little low. Naomi and the committee won’t be here for half an hour. I’m going to text that nurse, too.” She headed toward the tearoom.

I asked, “May we have some of your delicious smelling snickerdoodles, Luella?”

The baking dynamo nodded, arranged a paper doily on a white platter, and began adorning it with the huge, golden, aromatic cookies that were making my mouth water.

Robin’s eyes lit up, and she licked her lips. I knew she was as empty as I was. Our meager breakfast coffee and protein bar were long gone.

I was struck by the power and commonality of food. Seeing the end result of Luella’s baking efforts made me feel kindly toward her. She had worked her head off, and we were about to reap the reward. Plus, this was the most amiable I had seen her. Was it because she was doing something she loved, or what?

“Why don’t you join us, Luella.” I asked. “You must need a break by now.”

She shook her head and wagged a thumb toward a large bowl of dry ingredients. “Six dozen thumbprints in the works. Can’t let the flour deflate.”

I nodded, as if I knew the danger of deflated flour, and hefted the drinks tray.

“I’ll bring the cookies.” Robin steadied the platter between her forearm and waist and helped herself to a snickerdoodle with her free hand. A king-sized bite immediately disappeared. “Mmm, these are delicious, Luella.”

Luella’s lips parted to reveal two rows of small square teeth. Her unique version of a smile had briefly replaced her usual wooden expression.

We made our way into the tearoom.

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Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories

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By Flossie Benton Rogers

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

18 comments

  1. Yum. Now I want a snickerdoodle, too. Never had one, but I’m going to explore the possibilities. Love your descriptions — so perceptive, as usual. The wooden expression and so on. Always vivid enough to create images in my mind.

  2. Welp, now I want a cookie!! AND funny, when I first saw your sentence for the blog, I was wondering how many people got arrested in your snippet for there to be a need to take six thumbprints. LOL Jillian

      1. Hi Flossie! I tried to comment on your post from last week. But twice it told me ‘Nonce verification failed.’ Whatever that means.
        But what I wanted to say was how much I LOVED this phrase:
        “…fall masqueraded as a shy, retiring lady mincing her way across a shadowy, cloud-dimmed afternoon. ”
        Perfection!!

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