Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you a new paranormal WIP,
Finding Love and Bigfoot- a part of my Critter Getter series.
For our journey to the unknown, I present the word prompt "knife".
“There is no way you just said…
bigfoot.”
Kalista said solemnly, almost under her breath, still inspecting the muddied,
bloody smudges all over her car window. “You wouldn’t get a crazier response
from me if you had come at me with a knife.”
“Yes, I did, Kalista, and I’m not joking.” Caleb said just as earnestly,
admiring the evidence all over the glass. “By the way, I’m not the violent
type. The only knife I use is a fillet knife on the catfish.”
“I know tracking bigfoot is a big part of your business, and I’m sure
tourists pay good money for a spooky thrill, but, seriously, you can be
truthful with me. Your secret is safe.”
Owen interjected into the conversation, his eyes dancing eagerly . “We’ve
been tracking bigfoot for years. We know he exists, just like so many other
people around the country believe. Oklahoma isn’t the only place for sightings.
As a matter of fact, the only state not
having a spotting is Hawaii.” He paused, looking directly in her direction,
opening his mouth as if gathering something convincing to say.
“It would take a lot more than smudges and campfire stories to make me a
believer.” Kalista shook her head, waving her hand, shooing away any
possibility.
Owen’s face suddenly flushed a strange shade of red, a measure of defeat
monopolizing his expression. Beads of sweat brought on by a combination of the
sticky humidity and his excitement formed on his upper lip. Instead of
addressing Kalista again, he fidgeted his feet and averted his gaze back toward
the car.
“I’ll go get the camera.” Owen
took off back toward the cabin.
“Wow, I think you hurt his feelings, Kal. He stopped straight up trying to
explain himself to you.” Leandra cocked her head to one side, deep in
retrospection. Ticking off items on her fingers, she thoughtfully addressed
Caleb.
“So, we have a chewed up fish,
something trailing us back to the cabin, and now nasty prints all over the
car.” She gestured toward the smears. “You’re positive there isn’t a more,
ahem, conventional explanation?”
Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog,
Tuesday Tales for their take on "knife"!
Comments
Well done.