Tuesday Tales: Writing Goldfinch

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring authors posting excerpts from works in progress based on word and picture prompts. I’m pleased you stopped by today. This is picture prompt week, and I selected goldfinch. It is such a gorgeous yellow! We continue here with my mystery. Enjoy the other talented authors of Tuesday Tales.

When the rain finally stopped, Peri decided to take a run up to Goldfinch Cemetery to make sure the entryway was clear before filming tomorrow morning. Otherwise, they’d have to postpone this segment of Your Forgotten Places, and off the top of her head, she couldn’t think of a single alternative venue that didn’t require some kind of land mitigation. Meaning plodding through wet underbrush and thick red muck in most cases.

She threw on jeans, a tee-shirt, and hiking boots. Her hair, unruly in this weather, was somewhat tamed into a side braid, and she slammed on a sun cap for good measure. She grabbed her purse, the canvas rucksack she called her ready pack, a trio of bottled waters, and a couple of packs of cheese crackers just in case.

Spring butterflies flitted in and out of the open windows of her small SUV as she bumped along the countryside. Most of the route involved dirt roads, marked and unmarked, but there was one section where only the worn appearance of pine needles gave an indication that a body wasn’t lost. After the final ridge, the going actually got a little easier. She took a long swallow of water before turning into what used to be the settlement of Tin Minny. These days it was a ghost town comprised of reclaimed forest and a few pieces of obscure metalwork indicating a homesteader once lived here. The only jewel –and that was in the rose-colored eyes of the beholder – was the tiny square of a dozen marked graves at the far end. Historical, yes. Fascinating, probably not to most people, but Your Forgotten Places was a niche show. At least that’s what Peri told herself.

Tire tracks rutted the soft earth leading to the turn into the cemetery. Her brow furrowed. Fairly fresh by the looks of them.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the picture prompt goldfinch. 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

By Flossie Benton Rogers

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

8 comments

  1. Great cliffhanger!! Who’s tires were those? Is there someone else there now or were they there earlier? Who are they. Great descriptions, as always. Love this story!

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