After Jilly’s recent story installment, I thought that perhaps the ongoing saga of Jordy MacHugh, a Canadian music teacher who inherits a derelict Scottish estate by the sea and decides to build an opera house, had run its course. With a Blessing Stone, a pair of abandoned twins, Jenny from Kansas, and a ghostly visitor it seemed things might just have gone as far as they were going to go.
But then Kay suggested two alternative story segments and I got to thinking about a television show that was popular when I was a kid – Dallas – that had an entire season of episodes and then when the next season started basically said, “just kidding; that never happened.”
I was, for lack of a better word, inspired. So, without further ado, here is a new story installment. In keeping with the Friday writing sprint challenge, it includes the words flowers, fumbling, sweet, dazzling, bribery, charming, mirror, calculation, truth, forgiven, identity, growl, nightmare, freckled, alarm and preserve.
What a Dream!
“Tea is ready,” Jenny heard Jordy call. His voice held a touch of impatience, as if that wasn’t the first time he’d called.
She raised herself to a sitting position on the mossy bank edging the river that wended through the back garden, brushing grass and a few stray flower petals from her skirt. Her brain felt fuzzy and slow as if she’d had one too many down at the Pointing Dog.
“Coming,” she called out as she got to her feet and made her way toward the cottage. The sunlight reflecting off the surface of the river was dazzling, and the scent of the blooming flowers was sweet, but Jenny was oblivious to both.
She hadn’t planned to fall asleep when she sat down on the river-bank; she just wanted to rest her eyes for moment. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a full night’s sleep, especially since the twins started teething. Worrying about things with Jordy hadn’t helped either.
She was exhausted. Continue reading