Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our word prompt is staple. My excerpt is from one of my books in progress, Hannah’s Haint, a vintage paranormal romance set in a small town in the 1950s. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.
“Easy there, buddy.” Nate eased Spurge onto the settee.
“Ya’ll leaving?” The basset hound eyes seemed to be trying to focus.
“Nope. Not until I see you getting some shuteye. Lean back now.”
“Can’t even do what you want in your own house.” The grumbling ended with a fit of coughing. When that passed he took a shuddering breath and flopped backward. His eyes closed and then popped open. “I’m sorry, Miss Hannah. You needed me and I messed it all up.”
“Never mind about that, Spurge. Listen to Nate and get some rest.” She didn’t know what was worse, a railing Spurge or a maudlin one.
Nate was nothing if not determined. She found herself admiring the way he spoke matter of factly but with an air of quiet authority. Not everyone would take such time with a burnt out codger. “Feet up, buddy.”
Grunting, the old man complied, while a pillow was tucked under his grizzled head. The bleary eyes fluttered and then closed.
Nate waved her out of the living room and into the kitchenette. “You mind if we make sure he’s resting peaceably before we go?”
“Not at all.” She maintained the same low whisper he used.
He opened up the icebox and grimaced, causing Hannah to peek over his shoulder. It was nearly room temperature and all but empty except for a puddle, two shrunken lemons, and a quart of buttermilk. Her nose wrinkled at the blue mold.
The cabinets he checked were barren as well. Not a staple in sight. He seemed to be making mental notes of either what was there or what may be needed if Spurge woke up hungry. If he had his way, she was sure the old man would get his act together and eat some healthy food for a change.
Loud snoring erupted from the front room.
Nate’s lips spread into a grin, putting a twisty sensation in her stomach. Damn that dimple.
“We’re safe to leave him now.”
On the way out he turned Spurge on his side and spread a thin blanket over him. She followed him out into the cool night air.
I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt staple. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.
Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance