Tuesday Tales:From the Word ANGRY

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales, the place where a select group of authors share their work in progress with you. This week’s word is ANGRY. I’m continuine with my new romanic comedy, Pumpkin Spice.

“I’m sorry to bother you this late, but your aunt slipped earlier this evening and fell down the outside steps. Her neighbor heard her calling for help and phoned 9 1 1.”

I gasped, yanked back to reality. Aunt Selma, actually my great-aunt, was in her sixties, but she’d never seemed old or fragile to me. Still, a fall down the steps at her age could spell trouble. “Is she okay?”

“She’s broken her hip. We’ve scheduled surgery for tomorrow. She’s upset and concerned about the house and her cat. I’d like to speak to you about her prognosis and her recovery. How soon can you get to the hospital?”

“Me? Why me?”

“You’re her only living relative, aren’t you?” he challenged, knowing damn well it was true.

My spirit plummeted as I guessed what was coming next. Aunt Selma wouldn’t be able to live by herself until she was fully healed, if then. I’d wanted an excuse to get away from here, and now I had one. Be careful what you wish for. I was about to be plunged into my worst nightmare—Cole Cottage at Halloween with the man who’d broken my heart. Could things get any worse?

“The soonest I can get to Salem is tomorrow afternoon. How long will she be laid up?”

“I’m not sure. That’ll depend on what arrangements we can make for her care. That house of hers is riddled with stairs.”

“I know, but there’s a main floor bedroom she can use. It’ll take a little reorganizing…”The room off the kitchen was currently used as an office. The first thing I would do was pull the house from the tour and temporarily close down the bar.

Stan came into the room, saw me on the phone, and glared at me, his face reminding me of the red Angry Bird.

“Walt, I’m at work and I have to go. I’ll be there around noon tomorrow, and we can discuss what has to be done. Please let my aunt know I’m on my way.”

“I will. She’s quite concerned about Peanut. It seems she was out looking for her when she fell. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He ended the call. Peanut? I vaguely recalled my aunt mentioning that she’d gotten a new kitten back in August, one someone had abandoned near the cottage. I was pretty sure Calliope, now well past her prime, couldn’t be too happy with that.

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