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.
Tumbleweed Motel, Coldwater, N.M.
Morgan padded into the kitchen in her sock feet. Joey was sitting at the table, enjoying a bowl of cheese grits — his favorite breakfast — and chatting amiably with Grandma Sandy as she started a pot of coffee. Mom stood over the stove, keeping a watchful eye on a pan of bacon.
Morgan yawned. “Can I help?” she asked. She rolled her shoulders and stretched.
“Just have a seat and keep Joey company so I can start some French toast,” Grandma Sandy said. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Much better.” Morgan poured herself a glass of orange juice from the carafe on the table.
“How did you sleep last night?”
“Not too bad, Grandma,” Morgan said.
“No bad dreams?”
“Nah. Just weird ones.”
Mom set a platter of bacon on the table. “Weird how?” Continue reading Strange Dreams