Good morning. Welcome to this week’s edition of Tuesday Tales. It’s picture week, and since I couldn’t find a way to use the picture in the story I’ve been doing, I could use it in the one I’m editing. Murder & Mistletoe will be published next Wednesday, November 21st. Enjoy this peek into the story. Here’s the picture.
She blinked, shook herself, and stood, picking up the flashlight. She was going to have some damn fine bruises tomorrow.
“Candy! Where are you?”Steve’s voice came from above her.
“I’m down here,” she cried. “The water from the fire hoses must’ve rotted the floor, and I fell through. I’m in some kind of tunnel.” She flashed the light around. “Unfortunately, I don’t see any stairs. You’ll have to find a ladder or something.” She swallowed. “And find it quickly please. I really don’t like it down here.”
“There’s a ladder out near the carriage house. Stay right where you are.”
“Not a problem. Did I mention I don’t like things that creep, crawl, or slither?” her voice wobbled on the last word.
There could be any number of black widow spiders and poisonous snakes in here.
“I’ll be back as quickly as I can.” Steve yelled down.
“Hurry.” She probably hadn’t needed to say that. Steve would move as fast as he could.
Walking slowly forward, she examined her temporary prison. The tunnel or whatever it was stretched ahead of her, farther than the beam of light could reach. In her mind’s eye, she saw doors and windows off of it, openings long gone when they’d added the extension to the house. Oak leaves littered the floor. They were still damp. That meant someone had brought them in on their shoes in the not too distant past. She slipped them into her back pocket. If there was a way into the tunnel from outside, then the tunnel had to have a way into the house other than the glorious hole she’d just made.
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