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Killer Stilettos is the next book in the Lila’s Journey Series. Its coming along nicely. I’m working on the rewrites and connecting the dots. Not to mention, some of my characters are revealing some mysteries about themselves.
I thought I’d share a diddy:
Out of my right peripheral, something dark but transparent moved.
“Um…no.” I swallowed a hard lump along with another hiccup, squeezing his hand. “Can we go back to my room now? Please.”
“Mi amor, its okay. They’re dead. They’re not going to hurt us.”
Something clamored to the floor. It sounded like someone had dropped a pot.
I jumped, but it didn’t seem to faze Julio. He pulled us deeper into the room.
Another shadow crossed over my vision. It had an obvious head, neck, torso, arms, and legs. What ever it was, it wasn’t a deceased person.
The crowd of phantoms grew thicker around us.
“What do mean?” Julio cupped my chin and gently pulled my face toward his.
Crappity-crap-crap-crap. “Don’t you see them?” My hiccups were coming on steady.
“See what?” Julio pulled us between two body bags laying on separate tables. “All I see are body bags.”
More dark figures appeared, they were surrounding us. Somewhere beyond the double doors, the sound of heels clicked slowly against the tile. The noise stabbed my eardrums.
My stomach did its intuitive pinch while a pair of bright yellow stilettos flashed into my head. “We’re in trouble.” It didn’t help my mom’s face popped into it next and then Oshun’s. I hiccupped against his lips. “We need to go now.”
The heels clicking against the floor stopped.
I glanced over my shoulder.
The large double doors we had passed through, flew open. Oshun appeared all wild-haired dressed in a tight-fitting yellow dress, standing in a pair of bright yellow stilettos.
I hope everyone is well. I’ve been busy. I’ve barely been around to read blogs. Apologies. A lot going on. But Sweetman is doing much better. And thank you all for your prayers and well wishes. August, he’ll be going for his scans to see if he has stayed cancer free.
Hugs and chocolate,