Chapter 39

Patricia arranged her suitcase. She rolled up her stockings and tucked them into a corner, then her underclothes, skirts, sweaters, and freshly ironed blouses on the top. She was good at this, and, smiling to herself, wondered if she’d been a professional packer in another life.

She walked into the bathroom and checked her make-up. “All systems go,” she said aloud. For a moment she considered packing her medication but decided she didn’t need it. Not this trip.

With suitcase in hand, Patricia strode with confidence down the darkened corridor. She was about to reach the lobby, when the night nurse stopped her.

“Going away again, are we, dear?” (167 words)

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Blue Magicby Paul Alan Fahey

“Look William, it’s a sign!” Dora said, as they turned off Highway 17 and headed for a weekend in the Santa Cruz Mountains. She pointed to a wooden placard swinging from a rusty chain.

“Of course it is, hon,” he said. “I can see it’s a sign.”