Saturday morning Annie wakes – Friday Fiction

The next couple of weeks you’ll be getting a special preview of my upcoming new release – Memory House!

Saturday morning Annie wakes – Friday Fiction

Saturday morning Annie wakes with a smile on her face. For several minutes she remains in bed savoring the sweetness of a dream that has now left her. She remembers only a feeling of happiness but cannot remember the dream itself. It was not of Michael, that she knows. Thoughts of him have almost vanished and the emptiness of the hole he left behind has somehow been filled. There is a strange new excitement pulsing through her veins, an excitement she hasn’t felt in a very long time.

She tosses the coverlet back, climbs from the bed and pulls on her jeans. This sudden interest in growing things is an odd turn of events, but she is not in the mood to question it. She is ready for change, ready for something new, ready to leave her worn and weary thoughts behind.

Breezing into the kitchen, she sees Ophelia already at the stove. “Good morning,” she says brightly.

Ophelia returns the smile and motions Annie to sit. “I know you enjoyed these yesterday.” She sets a basket of biscuits and a jar on honey on the table. The yeasty aroma is as enticing as it was last night.

This time Annie does not hesitate, she helps herself to a biscuit and spreads it with honey that is thick with pieces of honeycomb. “This isn’t from the store, is it?” she asks. Her words sound garbled coming through a mouthful of warm sweetness, but Ophelia understands.

“No it isn’t,” she answers. “I keep a hive at the far end of the garden.”

Annie chuckles. “Is there anything you can’t do?” she teases.

“Oh there are many things I can’t do,” Ophelia replies. “But I try not to think of them. Such thoughts only weigh a person down.”

Annie is still pondering the truth of that when Ophelia sets a platter of pancakes and bacon on the table then pours two cups of Dandelion tea.

Annie is a coffee-drinker and finds it almost impossible to start the day without a full mug. But on this particular morning she sips the dandelion tea and says nothing. Although it is pale in color and thin compared to the robust coffee she drinks, it is strangely satisfying. The bitterness that first stung her tongue is gone; in its place is a sweet aftertaste that reminds her of cherry wine.
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About the author

Bette Lee Crosby

USA Today Bestselling and Award-winning novelist Bette Lee Crosby's books are "Well-crafted storytelling populated by memorable characters caught up in equally memorable circumstances." - Midwest Book Review The Seattle Post Intelligencer says Crosby's writing is, "A quirky mix of Southern flair, serious thoughts about important things in life and madcap adventures." Samantha from Reader's Favorite raves, "Crosby writes the type of book you can't stop thinking about long after you put it down." "Storytelling is in my blood," Crosby laughingly admits, "My mom was not a writer, but she was a captivating storyteller, so I find myself using bits and pieces of her voice in most everything I write." It is the wit and wisdom of that Southern Mama Crosby brings to her works of fiction; the result is a delightful blend of humor, mystery and romance along with a cast of quirky charters who will steal your heart away. Her work was first recognized in 2006 when she received The National League of American Pen Women Award for a then unpublished manuscript. She has since gone on to win nineteen awards for her work; these include: TheRoyal Palm Literary Award, the FPA President's Book Award Gold Medal, Reader's Favorite Award Gold Medal, and the Reviewer's Choice Award.


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