Deadwood Diner – part 3

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Copyright © 2015 Karli Rush

Mary Jane – Part 3

I offer to shake her hand but she flinches back and mouths warily, “I’m… I’m Mary Jane.” Her words aren’t broadcasted without forethought, she whispers it out like she’s exposing something highly classified. Her troubled green eyes dodge madly around the diner, watching, scouting for whatever danger that’s supposedly stalking her. It doesn’t matter to me if it’s all a made-up creation inside her mind, because either way her fear is real. Real enough that I see it as plain as a nose on a man’s face. Maybe it’s my gut instincts or it’s imbedded so deeply in me, but I just want to make sure she’s safe and unafraid for a moment.

“Well… it’s nice to meet you, Mary Jane,” I respond and motion at the waitress to hold on a second. She calmly sits my heated coffee back on its small saucer and waits patiently while I tip my head toward Mary Jane and ask, “Want some coffee or something to eat—?”

“No…” she abruptly answers wringing her hands tightly together, she’s rubbing them so tightly that the tips of her knuckles turn as white as bone and she jerks her head toward the diner door. It dawns on me that she isn’t really answering me directly but rather a silent plea for help. She coils her mud covered legs up to her chest and nearly perches herself like a wounded bird on top of the barstool, she winces once as her eyes squeeze together. Her bizarre reaction makes me think of someone huddling up and bracing themselves for a twister ready to take whatever it wants in it’s deadly path.

“No…  no… no…” she whispers over and over covering her ears and rocking her fragile paling body. I start to ramble out a line of growing, concerned questions, but then I hear a spineless tick hit the glass door. A light metallic sound and then another, a trickling rhythmic tapping slowly one after another until it sounds like the heartbeat of a furious thunderstorm. I strain my eyes harder to see, to see the proof of what my ears are hearing. I watch as angry massive drops of rain sheet and distort the diner windows. Beating and pounding so insanely I bet you couldn’t even see your own hand right in front of your face.

No one inside seems perturbed by the onslaught except for Mary Jane, unexpectedly she whirls herself from the counter and jumps off the barstool and runs out of the diner and into the hell storm outside. I throw a quick glance toward Ray but he doesn’t offer a word other than a ‘I told you she’s crazy’ kinda dubious shake from his head. The jukebox rattles out, ‘I knew Mary Lou, we’d never part, so hello Mary Lou, goodbye heart, so hello Mary Lou goodbye heart…” 

        An uncomfortable pang inside me strips my dispassion away and I can’t ignore the fact that someone, crazy or not, just ran out of here like a bat out of hell. I pull out my wallet, slap a twenty down on the counter and swing my duffel bag over my shoulder.

And hastily head for the door.

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What a journey!

An absolutely wonderful experience attending the Indie Mash Up in Springdale, Arkansas. It was my very first book signing and it was Amazing!!! I love meeting new people, learning what they like, kindle vs paperback, contemporary romance vs paranormal romance. Signing kindles was a blast, but to see readers bring in scrapbooks with your book covers attached to the pages was totally awe-inspiring. One of my highlights was when a reader came to me and said she had read all of my Crescent Bound series, including my newest addition – Shadow Bound. Let’s just say she was very affected by it. To actually meet people who have read your stories and to hear that they love it, is indescribable. All in all, I learned a lot, met some pretty awesome people and I am ready to settle back into my author’s chair and start writing again. Pictures? Why yes, I do have pictures to share with you…

Indie Mash Up 2013

So, what’s next? Well, I am writing a short story right here on my blog – for free. The title is The House and here is the blurb.

A couple goes on their first date together, to an old abandoned house.
It is known throughout this small college town that it’s haunted, and
insanity once ruled the woods where this eerie house resides.
The stories have twisted and turned but no one knows the real truth.

Until… Richard and Keria learn the living and the dead collide.

The House

I have a few more things in store, Let Your Heart Drive- is another novel I’m currently working on. I’ll keep you posted on it. I feel bombarded with too many characters some days, which want their stories told first. But I’ll make sure they will have their say soon enough. *wink*

Until next time – Happy reading everyone!