Tuesday Tales: Writing Green

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors posting excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. I’m so pleased you can join me today. This week’s word prompt is green. My snippet is from a paranormal piece. Enjoy the other authors at Tuesday Tales.

Just then an approaching van shot from around a curve, not bothering to stay on its side, but heading straight toward them. With a screech of tires, Dru swerved the wheel.

The barreling van squealed brakes and veered sharply left, clipping the rear. Silence choked her ears. An eerie, slow motion movie played on screen, dissolving reality like streams of melting taffy. She clamped her hands and fought to control the vehicle. The SUV spun wildly, careened through a sprawling thicket of bramble, rocked on two wheels, and thudded left rear into a tree.

Hands shaking, heart thudding out of her chest, she managed to turn off the grating motor. A vehement groan emanated from beside her, and she swiveled. “Glory,” she croaked, her voice a pale wraith of its usual resonance.

“I’m okay, I think. Holy Christ. Jena? Lin?”

Lin voice shrilled. “Oh my God. Jena’s hurt. Jena! Jena!”

Panic flooding her insides, Dru shoved ineffectually against the driver’s door. A tangle of briars and limbs loomed against it. “We have to get out your side, Glory.”

They scooted out and in seconds had the back door open. Lin stumbled out, holding her wrist and with tears in her eyes. “She–she doesn’t answer.”

A look of determination crossed Glory’s face, and she hurried into the back seat to examine Jena. Her nurse’s training had kicked in big time, thank God. Dru reached onto the floorboard for her phone and, with trembling fingers, punched 911.

“Ambulance on the way,” she reported a moment later, peering across Glory at the injured Jena. She was breathing, thank God, but the blood on her forehead made her knees want to buckle. “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

The hatchback had sustained a pretzel crush from the impact. Glory had to exit for Dru to have enough room to pull down a passenger seat and retrieve the kit. Backing out, she gave the kit to Glory, her eyes pleading for verification that Jena would be okay.

Glory offered a slight nod. “I think so. I’m praying so.”

A shuddering inhale was all she could manage, and she moved toward Lin, her anxious gaze taking in her injured hand.

Lin looked stricken and green but shook her head. “Don’t worry about me. This can wait.”

“Then I’ll go check on the people in the van. Wait, where is it?”

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Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance