Kindle Deal of the month
Lethal in Old Lace for $1.99
I will not freak out, I will not freak out! I chanted with both eyes closed tight. I finally got the guts to pry one eye open hoping the casket had a light inside like a car did. You know how you close the car door and the light stays on for a bit till you get things going and since this was a super-super model coffin why not.
But there was no light, not even a glimmer. Black and nothing but black.
I could hear movement and muted voices. Someone was out there so I wasn’t alone, I reassured myself. Hey, I wasn’t under dirt, no tombstone on top, I was in an office, remember. Breathe, just breathe! Try diversion, think of how nice and comfy the silk was, how the pillow held my head so it didn’t flop around like a dead fish, and something was ringing? My ears? Oh, right, my phone! And it was loud! I wiggled my hand into my purse and maneuvered the flip phone to my ear, “Hello,” I whispered.
“Reagan,” came Boone’s voice. “Why are you whispering? Where are you?”
See, this is one of the reasons I never wanted a phone...anyone could get me anytime! “I’m in coffin. So, how’s your day going?”