Madge Makes Up Her Mind - 6

[Pamila Payne]

The West side of the Bella Vista motel suffered the full force of the afternoon sun every day, but the last room, number 12, gained a small advantage from the shade of the trees in the grove, and the back wall never saw the sun. Madge felt the improbable coolness of the smooth plaster next to her ear, and on her palm as she steadied herself against the wall. The scent of the plaster came up softly, a clean smell to her nose, its mineral chalkiness, strangely, causing her mouth to water and stirring up a fleeting image of her own small hands squeezing white clay. She swallowed and listened to the sound of nothing happening; a blank wall and her own pulse stretching out the minutes. Slappy stepped out of the walkway into the clearing, stopped, put his hands in his pockets and swung his face around to meet her eye before he said, "All cleaned up in there, any sign of her out here?" She took her hand off of the wall self-consciously and wiped it on the side of her skirt as she turned to look out at the vast open land outside of the clearing and answered, "I think she must have run off back home, and I mean to go and get her back."

I began this series here on 6S a while back, go here to read the other pieces if you are so inclined... http://pamilapayne.blogspot.com/search?q=Madge+makes+up+her+mind

Thanks for reading!

[Pamila Payne]

Thanks Kate. I like this series too, Madge has a special place in my heart.

[Absolutely*Kate]

She swallowed and listened to the sound of nothing happening; a blank wall and her own pulse stretching out the minutes. < Gosh Ms Pamila, the sensation of a single sentence slices the silence.

Love that line ... enjoyed this pace the action segment . . . dig the series ...
Can't wait to savour the full book in my hand.
~ Absolutely*Kate

(( Hey! New 6'rs! Catch'up ~ follow the trail of this Bella Vista Motel tale, will you? There's something eerie about the goings on . . . but you'll find out . . . ))