We're still taking snippets from STUTTER CREEK, my romantic suspense novel coming out June 1st.
Last week, Beth talked about how the women in her family were sometimes visited by loved ones who had passed on. This week, I jumped us forward just a bit, to see if Beth had inherited this trait. This scene comes after yet another sleepless night.
Beth was so exhausted she never even noticed the tiny dots of color that darted here and there around the room. There were dozens of pinpricks of light, every hue and color of the rainbow. Gradually coalescing, they swarmed around her gently, like a delicate diaphanous shawl. Maybe she didn’t see them, but perhaps she sensed them because when she closed her eyes, she finally slipped back into sleep, peacefully.
Sunlight woke her the second time.
She was lying in the center of her daughter Abby’s soft bed just like she’d done almost every night since the elopement. Though she was certain she had retreated to the recliner at one point, it seemed as if it was growing more and more difficult to tell the dreams from the waking.
She had to get out, go somewhere . . .