Bridge Over Shifting Water: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Short (Murky Midlife Waters Book 3) by JB Lassalle

Author:JB Lassalle [Lassalle, JB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mighty Oak Publishing Services, LLC
Published: 2023-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

Despite the tension of the day and the near-miss of hotness, I slept like I didn’t have a care in the world. In the bedroom I’d coveted since I was a little girl. My bed felt as if it rolled on soft waves, the perfect level of darkness kept me rested, and the complete absence of regular house creaks and groans meant I didn’t wake one time.

When I finally opened my eyes, after a long stretch, I headed toward the balcony. And stopped mid-step. The wallpaper was gone. In its place was the soothing shade of sea blue I’d envisioned what seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Thank you.” Tears filled my eyes, and I touched my forehead to the wall. The familiar hum of the house vibrated through me. My voice was a whisper.

The vibration grew, as if the house laughed in delight, and a thought that wasn’t mine flooded my brain. Just this room. I laughed with it.

“Just this room. For now.”

The energy was everywhere. The construction crew bellowed from the second floor as they polished newly built shelves to a shine. Aunt Ruth was nowhere to be found on the ground floor, but the earthy scent of her lingered in the gleaming parlor.

Sam and Kitty stood close in the kitchen, secret smiles on their faces and delight in their eyes. Kitty held a go-cup of coffee out to me, which I nearly dropped as Sam wrapped me in a bear hug.

“Damnedest thing.” His loud voice echoed in the kitchen. “The back burner on the stove’s been giving me fits for ages. This morning”—he released me, laughing when I stumbled backwards—”it popped right on.”

“Isn’t that something?” My cheeks already ached from smiling, but I couldn’t seem to stop it from spreading. “You guys up for a project tonight?”

I found Buford and discussed my plan with him, then trotted to South Bridge to find Iris. Norbert still wasn’t on his perch on the shore. I could swim out and find him later if I needed to. My siren song tittered at the thought.

Iris rocked in a bright fuschia rocking chair on her porch, her hair looped into a bun on her head, and a housecoat more glamorous than anything I’d owned in a long time tied at her waist. She held her palm out to me when I approached.

“No one sees me without makeup.”

I slammed my hands over my eyes with a huff. “You have five minutes. I have places to go and people to see today.”

“I’m already done.”

I removed my hand, and Iris stood in front of me, hair coiffed and makeup impeccable. A laugh escaped me. “Man, I just got a tail.”

She looped her arm around mine with a chuckle and led me to the porch. Unlike Dimitri’s rundown exterior, Iris’s cabin was more like a country cottage than a setting for the final scene in a horror movie. I peeked in the window, unsurprised to find that it was huge and ritzy inside, with gold fixtures and vivid colors.

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