Reflection is “a thought or writing about something, particularly in the past, or what one sees when looking into a body of water.” Reflections can be seen in eyes or heard in voices. A writer is both a reflector and a sponge. She soaks up a lot of images, words, outlooks, memories, and sifts through […]
Aug 20, 2022
Lost in the Darkness
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Stuffing the phone back into my pocket, and wiping my eyes, I shone the flashlight at walls and ceiling. Nothing there gave me any hope. The beam above me groaned as more dirt sifted down. How long would it be until the ceiling collapsed? Even though it looked like the builders of this tunnel […]
Aug 12, 2022
Chapter Eight–The Key
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I set the boxes on the dining table and got the kitchen scissors from the drawer. Sitting down next to Chris, I proceeded to open the first box. Inside lay a small bundle wrapped in purple velvet and tied with a faded ribbon. I carefully unrolled it. “It’s a ring,” Chris said, as I held […]
Aug 11, 2022
Chapter Seven — The Key
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Mrs. Covington flicked a switch and light flooded the basement. Chris muttered, “Wow!” I simply stared. Wall to wall furniture filled this big underground room. Narrow aisles allowed walking space. “Right over here,” our hostess said, leading the way to a small, old-fashioned pump organ. Dust lay over the top and on the lid covering […]
Aug 10, 2022
Chapter Six–The Key
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Jeanette, the attendant behind the desk at Aunt Kezzie’s nursing home, smiled at Chris and me. “Miss Val! How are you? I miss seeing you, you were such a regular visitor to Miss Kezzie. I miss her too.” I introduced Chris and told Jeanette we were wondering if Aunt Kezzie talked to her much, perhaps […]
Aug 9, 2022
The Key–Chapter Five
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Chris took a sip of coffee. “That’s good,” she said. “You make the best coffee, Val.” I smiled. “Thanks, but what do you make of it? Why on earth would my cousins do such a thing? It’s beyond me.” Chris lifted Miss Kitty onto her lap and frowned. “It’s a puzzle. Do you think these […]
