Visitor from the Past

NOTE: This is part of the new novel I am writing. I am posting it here as a diversion for readers who may be living under shelter-in-place policies while the world waits for the coronavirus pandemic to pass. For an explanation of this project, please click here. To read the chapters I’ve posted in order, click here.

Visitor from the Past
Tumbleweed Motel, Coldwater, N.M.

“You look like hell,” Morgan observed as Dr. Kavanaugh walked into the lobby.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Dr. Kavanaugh retorted. “And five points from Gryffindor for swearing.”

Sierra emerged from the kitchen with a steaming mug of coffee in her hand. “Good thing we’re Ravenclaws, then,” she said. She held out the mug. “Here. Drink. You do look like hell. What happened?”

Dr. Kavanaugh accepted the coffee. “You two really know how to make a girl feel good.” She brought the mug to her lips and sipped. “Oh, that’s gorgeous.”

“It’s Sumatran,” Morgan supplied. “Mom only shares it with people who have sense enough to drink it black, the way God intended.” Continue reading Visitor from the Past