Tuesday Tales: From a Picture

Badge for TT - very small (1)Welcome to this week’s edition of Tuesday Tales. As is our custom, once a month our scenes are based on a photograph. This month, our choices revolved around windows. We were able to select the window that best suited our stories. For me, this came down to two, both similar in style, but in the end, this is the one I chose.  It’s the closest to what I have in mind for the novel, Hello Again, which is the w.i.p. I’m using for this blog activity.12615213_10207036538650709_7172208638802662566_oSo, without any further ado, here is my 300 word scene built around this image. Enjoy.

“Why can’t we stay upstairs?” Charley asked. “The double doors are locked on the inside and those casement windows are secured on both sides. Even if they open the outside shutters, they’ll never manage to get inside. Those inside shutters are two inches thick and bolted into the sills.”

“But they aren’t airtight, child, and when they can’t get in, they’ll get mad.”

“Who, Shirley? Who’ll get angry?”

“The bikers who were here before.”

Visions of movie biker gangs filled Charley’s mind.

“Are you sure?”

“The spirits never lie. They must not find you.”

Charley shivered and looked down into the black pit. Shirley’s safety precautions might keep out this frightening company, but how was Bill expected to get inside with everything bolted shut the way it was?

“What about Bill? How will he get to us?”

“We’ll let him in when the danger is passed. Here. Use this.” Shirley handed her a small flashlight. “There’s a larger one down there. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe.”

Something in the way Shirley spoke set off warning bells.

“I’ll be safe, but what about you?”

“The spirits never reveal my fate, wi’cin. Quickly, they’re almost here.”

The faint sound of motorcycle engines wafted in on the wind.

Charley turned on the flashlight and climbed down the ladder. She’d just set foot on the hard-packed earth when the roar of the bike engines got much louder and then stopped.

“Hey, you old witch, open up. Me and the boys are hungry.”

Shirley descended the ladder, pulling the carpet-covered trap door shut, plunging the room in darkness except for the small LED glow from the flashlight Charley held.

As if she could see in the dark, Shirley shuffled around and soon the room was bathed in the glow of a battery operated lantern.

Well, that’s it for this week.  Now, please drop by and visit all the Tuesday Tales.

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About mhsusannematthews

Finally retired after more than 30 years as a teacher! Now, I get to spend my time gardening, enjoying my grandchildren, and writing. I finally completed the number one item in my bucket list and Crimson Romance published my first novel, Fire Angel, in April 2013. Since then I have sold 24 other manuscripts to date and don't plan to quit writing for a long time yet.
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9 Responses to Tuesday Tales: From a Picture

  1. Vicki Locey says:

    What a wonderful snippet!

  2. Iris B says:

    Great way to add the prompt … and great snippet. I sure hope everyone will be all right!

  3. jeanjoachim says:

    OMG! How exciting! How could you leave us there? Only 300 words. I know. Can’t wait for next week. You’ve created great tension and anticipation with this scene. Love it!

  4. They are scarier than the wind and storm. I like how the spirits never reveal Shirley’s fate.

  5. Wow, you certainly left me on a hook. When we were in Fort Meyers we ended up in a biker rally when we sat down at an outside restaurant. Within minutes, we were surrounded by bikes and leather-clad bikers. Some of the other people left because they were intimidated, but I was waiting on a grouper Reuben sandwich. Interesting experience.

  6. Author says:

    I love it. Lots of cool things happening here. Bikers and spirits. Love it. Jillian

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