Tuesday Tales: Writing Restless

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 glad to be getting some stamina back and into the swing of things again, after a concerning medical event. I’m so pleased you can join me today, This week’s word prompt is restless. My snippet is from a new paranormal piece. Enjoy the other authors at Tuesday Tales.

Early rays of sun hit the horizon and beamed into the pastoral, bluebonnet bedroom.  Dru opened her eyes and rose quickly, shrugging into a long, soft robe on her way to the bathroom. A sense of accomplishment settled in at the absence of the usual yawning and self-negotiating for more sleep. A few minutes later she made her way down the hall. Along the way she bent down to sweep a hand under the couch. Not there. Her brow furrowed. Where had she left her clogs? She found them by a closet, slid them on, and continued to the kitchen. A flip of a switch ensured coffee would be hot and piping when she came back in.

The cats were making crazy-eight swirls around her ankles. She sprinkled kibble into two small bowls. “It’s a little early for breakfast, but go ahead—enjoy. And then behave yourselves. Mama has work to do.” Now crouched down and focused on their bounty, they paid no attention as she grabbed a kitchen towel and slipped out the back door.

The dewy grass barely made a dent in her attention as her gaze spanned upward. She seemed to breathe in the vivid rose and peach in the east and the pristine blue spreading farther up. But as she turned toward the west, her breath caught and she stood transfixed by the sight of a round, restless moon dropping silently below the horizon. Her spirit soared, overflowing with sublime feelings engendered by earth and sky, and mysteries bigger than the imagination.

She turned back toward the east and made her way to the special spot she had chosen last night. She reached for the glass bowl nestled in the grass, picked it up, and placed the towel beneath it. This way she could carry it safely without danger of dropping it or jostling the crystal inside. Her palms vibrated beneath the bowl. The full moon had performed its magic. Dru’s face split into a delighted grin. When charged, the crystal thrummed with power. And what she was going to do with it was the best idea she’d had in a long time. 

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt restless. Thanks for stopping by. Return to Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance