Tuesday Tales: From a Picture

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, the weekly blog that gives you a peek into what a select group of authors are currently writing. This week, we have a picture prompt, and our scenes are limited to 300 words. I’m continuing with Finding Melinda, my contemporary romance suspense. Here’s the picture I chose:

Melinda raised her eyebrows. “Seriously? A second ago, you wanted to adopt him. Now, you’re postulating that he might be some kind of master criminal. I’ve heard of bifurcated reasoning but make up your mind.”

“Bifur what?” Danny cocked his head.

She chuckled. “Bifurcated. It’s today’s word of the day and means diverged or divided, like two choices. Relax, Baby Bro. When have you ever known me to go off half-cocked? If anything, you’re always accusing me of being too cautious. I thought I had a wild imagination, but that little rant of yours proves otherwise. Maybe you should take up writing, too. For the record, I’ve replied that my adoption was done through the May-Swift Agency as well, and that my C L B does resemble his, so the probability that we are more than regular siblings is a strong one. I also asked for his last name and a little information about himself. After I get more info, I can do an Internet search, check his social footprint, and learn a little more about him before I decide what to do next. If I find anything suspicious, I promise to back away. Maybe he could come to Ottawa to meet us instead. Then, you would be there to protect me.”

Somewhat mollified, Danny shoved the last of his burger into his mouth, stood, and gathered the empty beer cans.

“I’m only trying to look out for you,” he defended his words, “But having him come to you might work—but you can’t let him stay with you. He’ll need to stay in a hotel, and while he’s there, I’ll camp out in your spare room. Who wants another? I know, water for you, Mamma, with or without ice?”

That’s it. Stay safe, and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.