T. Linnell
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You will be encumbered with tales of mysterious curses, abandoned promises, and archaic family secrets
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The Vetita Chronicles
A soft sigh of satisfaction escaped Ava’s lips as she fell onto the loveseat that was righted as soon as they re-entered the parlor. The soft chenille fabric and memory foam cradled her as she laid across the cushions. Thankfully, the torn fabric was easy to repair once the padding and stuffing were placed back into it. The sewing did not take as much time as cleaning the floor. Which, after picking up the large pieces of plaster, ceramic, broken picture frames, discarded papers, and mysterious baubles and keys, they swept through the room three times to ensure they swept up all the glass and plaster bits, then ran over the finished hardwood floor with multiple swifter pads, for extra security. Nothing was worse than getting a glass sliver in your foot you could feel, but not see. It took them a good portion of the night to pick up the room and by the time Ava settled into comfort, the hallway clock chimed ten p.m.
By T. Linnell4 years ago in Fiction
The Vetita Chronicles
Teddy pulled back the side panel to one of the lace curtains in the parlor window. She watched her Aunts scatter across the front lawn in the heavy rain and slip down the stone steps to the porte-cochère where they had parked a beaten-up old Porche. The scene made Teddy think of rats, escaping a sinking ship, causing her to laugh behind her long fingers. Their caterwauling was drowned out by thunder as they floundered into the car, the exhaust backfiring as they drove down the driveway and out of sight.
By T. Linnell4 years ago in Fiction
