It’s day 7 of the #RockTheTurvy writing challenge over on Instagram! Yesterday Emily Swift got a surprise while she wrote a post card to Jack. Today I’m sharing a snippet from the first book in the upcoming Bellerose Witchline series…
To the tune of: Wasted Time, by Eagles.
After a long day at the beach, Lucie turned in early, thankful for her own room at the hotel. Sleep arrived as her head hit the pillow. A dream followed on its heels…
🔥Note: I’m taking liberties with this prompt. Regret often carves messages of deep loss across our hearts. From book 1 in the Bellerose Witchline series, edited for space:
“…He doesn’t come in here anymore, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Rick said as he took my elbow. He led me through the maze of tables to the door of my reading room.
I swallowed. “Who are you talking about?”
“The man in the leather jacket – the one who used to flirt with you.” Rick unlocked the door and flipped on the light. “I think I saw you two having coffee. All the girls at the counter had a crush on him, but he was only ever interested in seeing if you were here.” He shrugged. “When one of the girls realized he stopped coming in after you had left, we joked you two eloped.”
“No.” I felt lightheaded.
He grimaced. “Sorry, Lucie. Hey, forget him, right? You’re here now. Everyone’s happy to see you.”
I walked around my room, running my fingertips over the wooden boxes sitting on the bookshelves. Each held a different deck of Tarot cards. I eyeballed the round table in the center of the room, my gaze sliding to the empty chair where the man in the black leather jacket once sat and asked me out to dinner. My eyes closed against the memory and I turned away to catch my breath.
Rick opened the door to leave. “Let me know if you need anything at all. Anything.”
“Thanks again for keeping my things safe, Rick.” I gave him a lopsided smile, sinking into a chair as soon as he was gone.
I stared at the shadow sitting in the seat across from me. His mouth wore that wicked smirk I knew so well. “I believe people create their own fates,” he told me, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. He pursed his lips and watched me with devilish dark eyes, his eyelids dipping.
“They do,” I whispered. I sat there until the memory faded…
…Tune in tomorrow as the power goes out and a surprise guest arrives. (That post is now available! Click here to read.)
🎶 Listen to Wasted Time by Eagles on YouTube here: https://youtu.be/rUdbbC3Beo4
Readers – Not on Instagram?
That’s okay! I’ll be sharing my Instagram posts daily here on my blogsite AND daily on Facebook at Writer Tracy Brown so you can read them there, too. Make sure you check for a new story every day in February!
What’s This Mean for Door to Door Characters? I’ll be dropping Emily Swift and crew into a story, a scene, a situation, etc. matching the “prompt of the day” from the challenge. Writing prompts include: finding a dead body, having a house party, celebrating New Year’s Eve, bungee jumping, breaking down on a deserted road, getting a first kiss – and much more!
What makes the #RockTheTurvy extra special is that I’ll also be picking a song to go with the scene.
If you ARE on Instagram, make sure you’re following me at https://www.instagram.com/WriterTracyBrown/ to see the posts there! But again, as long as you check out my blog list or my Writer Tracy Brown page every day, you can read all the short stories without Instagram. 🙂