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    Game of Bones (GoB)
    Game of Bones (GoB)
    Game of Bones (GoB)
    Ebook67 pages56 minutes

    Game of Bones (GoB)

    By Pearl Goodfellow

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    The annual Mabon Fair. Its bright lights, sounds, mouth-watering aromas and vivid colors always made up for a fun night for Hattie Jenkins and her cats. 
    But this year's fair is different.  When a boat of old bones washes up on the shores of Sugar Beach, Hattie and the Infiniti take a roller-coaster ride into a murder mystery.
    And they soon find out that some skeletons are best left in the closet.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPearl Goodfellow
    Release dateSep 6, 2017
    ISBN9781386511496
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      Game of Bones (GoB) - Pearl Goodfellow

      1

      The Floating Bone Yard

      Istill don’t see why I was chosen for this repugnant venture," Gloom said, coming to a complete protester-style standstill at the bottom of a sweeping dune .

      Gloom, honey, will you please stop grumbling. We’ve been tasked to do this, so let’s just get on and do it, shall we? I can do without all the whining, you know? I turned to face her, ready to plead if I had to, -- which I often did --  to get my cat to play ball. Yes, I said ‘cat.’ More on that later.

      Gloom gave me one of her most withering looks, the slits of her pupils enhanced by the golden orbs of her irises.  I have sand in my toes. She stated, dead-pan. And, I don’t like sand in my toes. Her voice was so calm it was menacing. Luckily, Shade came to my rescue. My good natured tom rested a well-meaning paw atop his sister’s head. Aw, c’mon sis, just think of it as a free pedicure. Just imagine how soft your paw-pads will be!  I winced as I watched Shade give his sister a patronizing pat on the head.  Gloom’s claws had raked her brother’s left ear before my Romeo cat could even blink.

      I rolled my eyes as I watched Shade’s cock-sure grin fall into a jaw-hanging maw.

      Guys! C’mon! Enough, now. I said, jamming my hands onto my (ample) hips. "We’ve barely gone ten yards in half an hour, and we’ve got the whole of the dunes to cover. So, for the love of Goddess, can we please get on with it? I swiveled my head, scanning the beach. Where’s Fraidy?"

      A muffled voice came from close to my feet. I looked down, but could only see a rock with a piece of bedraggled seaweed lying next to its bulk.

      I-I-I thought I’d stay h-here. Y-y-you know, undercover, so I can w-watch if something goes down in this area. The rock said.  Although, I’m not sure I’d ever seen a rock that shivered.  I nudged it with my toe, and instead of feeling hard stone, I felt a warm and fuzzy surface. And that surface was now a vertical streak of fur before my eyes. I stared in horror as my most timid cat, Fraidy, shot into the air in at the touch of my foot.

      Ack! Wh-what was that?! He screeched, as he turned, mid-air, to prepare for his downward descent.

      I’d reached my limit by this point. This was supposed to be an easy  job.

      That’s it, I’ve had it! You guys will follow me, or there will be no salmon for the rest of the month. I stormed off, heading further along the windswept dunes of Gless Inlet’s Sugar Beach to finish off the job we’d been assigned to do.

      I should probably take this slice of alone time to let you know what’s going on here, and also introduce myself.

      My name is Hattie Jenkins, and I’m a witch. But, I’d give everything I own to NOT be the keeper of this inner power I possess, no lie. As much as possible, I keep the magic tightly coiled inside me. Gloom would say I’m a ‘denouncer,’ or a ‘heathen,’ depending on her mood. But, I didn’t really expect my talking cat to understand the complex motivation I had for wanting to remain a non-conjurer.

      I live on Glessie Isle: a medium sized island that lies toward the southern end of a larger group of islands named the Coven Isles. Both paranormals and ‘ordinary’ (whom we witches call ‘Unawakened’) folk reside in these isles, and for the most part this archipelago is a peaceful, idyllic place to live.

      I own and run my own apothecary, called ‘The Angel’  in town here. Working with herbs and spices feels like magic in itself, and it’s the closest I like to get to witchcraft, save the odd spell or charm that offers convenience. I won’t go into why I’m reticent against unleashing my power, but let’s just say I’m the victim of a traumatic past. Aren’t we all to some degree or other?

      So, unless you want to hear me blubber right now, let’s just leave it at that for a bit, cool?

      On to the cats. Collectively, my kitties are known as ‘The Infiniti,’ eight immortal, feline familiars passed down through generations of my family, and finally bequeathed to me from my dearly departed Grandma Chimera. The Infiniti can talk. A lot. But, if you were ‘Unawakened’ then you’d just hear a series of meows, kitty-chirps and purrs. I sometimes wish I was Unawakened myself. So, yeah, the cats can be a challenge, but I love them with all my

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