Welcome to Tuesday Tales, powered by a small group of authors, where word prompts inspire passages in the books we’re writing. Today’s word is careful. You may remember a previous version of this scene. Sections of the book are being edited and revised, including the initial gathering that introduced the various ringleaders in this cozy mystery set in fictional Glisten, Georgia. When you finish reading, make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.
An interesting exchange occurred not long after Bon Bon left. Vonna Lacy rose, looked pointedly at Monroe, and commented that she had to get back to the office to help with the report software. I thought Monroe might move to accompany her, since he and Skip had both escorted her to Tea Thyme. Instead, he flicked a glance at Kitty and then sheepishly met Vonna’s eyes. He muttered, “I’ll catch you later then.” Vonna’s lips tightened, and she twirled and moved stiffly toward the exit.
Skip sprang up. “I’ll walk with you.” He gave a quick goodbye salute in the general vicinity of our table and hurried after Vonna. She was going ninety miles a minute and not waiting an iota for him, but he hustled and soon caught up with her. In the parking lot they veered toward the copse of woods, obviously retracing their steps. The old, well-worn Sparrow Trail led from Tea Thyme to a public park and parking area not far from the town square. I figured one or both of them had left a car there earlier in the day. Maybe they were ride sharing or going for a drink. Or maybe Vonna really was returning to the office. Somehow I doubted it.
Seeing Dovie’s paleness and anxious glances at her sullen phone, I hoped the departures would be a cue for the group to disband and take their leave, but no such luck. Everyone was taking the opportunity to drink, munch, and chat, as if they hadn’t seen each other in months, which could not possibly be the case. Naomi Upshaw had entered a quiet but intense one-sided conversation with Dulcy Tolliver. Or was it a harangue?
Robin’s thumbs flew over her phone. I squinted at the screen. She appeared to be composing today’s story. Using the phone for intricate composition was a skill I envied. I had yet to rely on a tablet or phone smart for raw input of my ramblings, and I still scribbled most of my research notes by hand on memo pads, despite several New Year’s resolutions to get better at tech.
I stood, intending to see if Luella’s thumbprint cookies were ready yet. I wasn’t hungry for more sweets, but I was nervous, and it was something to do. Plus, I could check and see if she had calmed down.
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories
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Loving the updated scenes and a closer glimpse into what’s happening. great job.
Love all her inner thoughts and her scoping out the others in the room. I have actually written a number of my stories on my phone which amazes even me! LOL! For someone who never took typing, I do pretty well. 🙂 Jillian