
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Braking for Bodies…
Evie Bloomfield here on Mackinac Island and trouble is
headed our way. And this is how it all starts on Braking for Bodies…
“What’s with the garlic and bottle
of olive oil?” I asked Fiona when I bumped into her, the two of us heading down
Shepler’s Ferry dock crowded with tourists. “Spaghetti for dinner and I’m
invited?”
It was June on Mackinac Island and
a perfect evening with small swells on Lake Huron and clear skies overhead. Those
of us brave enough...or stupid enough, the jury was still out on that one...to tough
out the winter from hell on the island so deserved an evening like this. A year
ago I lived in Chicago and thought I knew all about snow, winter and ice. Yeah,
right.
“The devil himself in three inch
lifts is on that ferry.” Fiona gripped the yellow I © the Town Crier tote bag I gave her for
Christmas and stared at the big white ferryboat gliding up to the dock. “Irish
Donna said garlic and holy oil got rid of evil forces. I figured olive oil marked
extra virgin was about as holy as I
could get on short notice. I got to admit I don’t get the extra part, I mean
either you’re a virgin or you’re not but since that ship sailed for me along
time ago who am I to judge.”

See you in Braking for Bodies...
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I do hope there's some spaghetti sauce in you near future, Evie!
ReplyDeleteWell, I guess I'd better go order it!
ReplyDeleteI'm soooooo looking forward to April!!! :-)
ReplyDeleteI have ridden the ferry to Mackinac Island. I love to read stories that are located in areas I am familiar with. Gives it that little something extra.
ReplyDeletesherry @ fundinmental