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That night I found myself running a little behind schedule. Even though I had made it back into Glisten in record time, and had no urgent errands for the rest of the day, I started in on logistics for the shoot tomorrow. Of course, I got sidetracked with jotting down notes and making lists pertaining to my conversation with Toby Crenshaw. Then came the scrambly state of mind Miss Opal liked to call my habit of speculating. She said it was evidence of my multi-passionate personality. Whose tire tracks were those in the cemetery? Would measurements identify the type of vehicle? Who had been there before me? Why had Toby appeared? Had he heard my car and expected someone else? He seemed nice enough, but first impressions were often deceiving.
Others assigned less merciful words to my tendency for tangents, but I was appreciative of Miss Opal’s generosity in giving it a positive spin. Not that the time had gone to waste. When I “came to,” I had showered and was nearly dressed. I had paired a bronze-toned terrace skirt with a simple black top. Now I added an amber ring and drop earrings and slipped into a pair of sandals. I fished in my purse for lip gloss.
The big problem, as always, was my hair. Even though my shower cap could double as a deep dive helmet, there was no taming the frizz without at least half hour with a flat iron. I glanced at my watch while plugging in the iron. Fifteen to seven, and I didn’t dare be late for Miss Opal’s monthly dinner. I settled for using a trick hair clamp to pile up my hair into a loose chignon, leaving long tufts on each side, which I ironed into willowy cascading swirls. Yeah, yeah I know. I would be lucky if they hadn’t turned to wisps before the end of the pre-dinner cocktail. Still, one had to try.
It was two minutes to seven when Leo ushered me through the double French doors to be greeted by my hostess and a bevy of guests.
I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt fish. Thanks for stopping by. Read the other amazing excerpts at Tuesday Tales.
Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories
All rights reserved, copyright @ 2020 Flossie Benton Rogers
Love the way you describe her ability to multi-think. Well done.
Good way to put it, Susanne!
So entertaining. Thank you
Glad you liked it. Thank you for stopping by, Katy!
Thank you, Katy. I’m glad you found it entertaining. I grabbed a copy of your book and looked for a follow button for your blog. Perhaps I’ll see the notices on the wordpress reader anyway.
I’m loving this story. I liked the use of the word fish. Very ingenious
I love her speculations and the way you detail her hair regimen. I can’t wait to hear about the dinner party! Great job!
I’m pleased you like her specs and hair. Thanks, Tricia!
Love your description of her getting ready for the party. I remember those days!! As always, great writing.
I remember–vaguely LOL. Thanks for stopping by!
Well done! A great scene and I really enjoyed peeking in on her thoughts.
I especially loved this sentence:
Others assigned less merciful words to my tendency for tangents, but I was appreciative of Miss Opal’s generosity in giving it a positive spin.
Perfect!
Oh, I’m so glad you like that one, Trisha!