Welcome to Tuesday Blog Share. Today, we’re talking about paranormal protectors. Everyone wishes they would have someone watching out for them. They want a person capable of being where they are at all times, in order to make sure they’re not running right into trouble. Imagine if a long lost relative could do that from the great beyond. Would you follow their advice?
Lorelei loses what's left of her family close to graduation, but she still has Mama to lean on, or rather she has Mama's ghost. At first, Lorelei ignores the opinion about her boyfriend, Chase, but then she figures out he is acting strangely and has a new tattoo covering a scar he never had before.
Chase, however, isn't one to give up on a girl. He dumps them not the other way around, until Mama's ghost gives Lorelei the strength shut him out of her life.
"Never let a boy take advantage of you, baby girl. That's one of the most important things I wanted to tell you afore this disease took me, but I never had a chance."
A tall, slender seventeen-year-old girl stands under the shady branches of a majestic oak tree. Lorelei Perrijames crouches down in front of a tombstone. With a finger, she traces the name on the cold, unyielding granite: Bethany Elizabeth Perrijames.
"I still miss you so much, Mama, even though you've been gone a year." Lorelei sniffles. "I miss your hugs. Your silly jokes, like the day you told me my dress was caught in my underwear." Even if I totally freaked, but that was part of the fun. "Mostly, I miss all the things you taught me."
Sadness tinges her voice, and her finger continues to press against the stone. Her gaze moves upward, to where a misty woman smiles sadly at her.
"I graduate in three weeks," Lorelei says, "and tomorrow–" A tear slides down her face. "–night is my last chorus performance, my last solo. I brought you a recording of today's practice."
Lorelei places an i-Pod inside the heart shaped cutout in the center of the tombstone. She switches on the music and stands.
"How is your boyfriend, Lorelei? Does he treat you right?" Mama asks.
"He loves me." Lorelei smiles. "Chase Markus is the perfect boyfriend."
"A Markus? I hear things even though I'm not there with you. Your Chase might not be as good as you think he is."
"Oh, Mama! Those are just rumors. Chase would never hurt me," Lorelei protests.
About the K.C. Sprayberry
Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.
She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.
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