Excerpt: Weigh Anchor (The Curious Voyages of the Anna Virginia Saga) by J. L. Lawson

Just as the sun began to turn the morning sky into a rosy promise, she padded into the kitchen in a borrowed robe and was greeted by the cat. “Good morning little one,” she smiled and picked up the purring furball. She looked at the counter and range.

“Your pet, John, certainly has proper taste in morning beverages…” and she went about preparing the coffee press for service. While the kettle of water was left to heat up, she went back to the room and retrieved her cellphone. A glance at the time and after a moment of figuring time zones, she dialed her boss to leave a message for him to call her back when he got into the office.

With a cup of hot coffee in hand she went back to the den, curled her legs under her and began reading through John’s notes for the book. Mocha followed her every step, hoping for a new napping lap.

“Kitten, it appears the story he told me over the last couple days wasn’t too far from exactly what’s written here… good memory!” She picked up another notebook and began perusing its pages as well. “This material didn’t make it into his story however…” She gazed at the charts, symbols, marginal notations and descriptions as she flipped through the pages.

She looked up when John ambled from his room. “You look like crap, Mr. Doe-Backhouse!” she snickered.

He looked at her and tried to smile as he headed to the kitchen. She called, “Coffee’s made. I didn’t know if you had a favorite mug or anything; I just grabbed one and poured.”

He took a first sip and answered, “Whichever one I’m holding at the time… and still has coffee in it… is my favorite.” He looked at what she was holding in her hands.

Ginger was a little self-conscious at what appeared to be snooping through his things. She covered quickly, “I thought this was part of your story notes… my mistake. Sorry.” She wasn’t, but she was polite at least, she thought.

John did smile now. “Those are the results of a part of the story I didn’t tell you,” he said cryptically. “You wouldn’t have believed me if I had; so what’d be the point of that?”

Ginger was pragmatic. “I am used to judging that sort of thing for myself,” she answered calmly.

“But neither am I trying to pry.” She changed subjects, “I left a message with my office; they should be calling back…” she looked at the gold watch on the end table, reached and opened it, “…in about half an hour or so.” She became all professional, now that she was rested and herself again—that she was in fact sitting in his den, wearing one of his robes, after spending the last three days in his house without leaving for a moment didn’t faze her in the least. “Now why don’t you tell me how you were thinking of presenting this story of yours. What person, what tone, what voice?”

She knew if she stuck to business her mind wouldn’t wander, but it did.

‘John’s actually pretty good-looking,’ she thought, ‘Tall, broad shoulders, slightly receding hairline but distinguished looking. Nice hands, strong looking with powerful forearms, and his face was shaven, a couple days ago at least. I wonder if he’s ever been married? Is he in a relationship? Forty and single… Is he gay?’ She snapped out of the wayward thoughts which she’d tried to avoid; he was speaking…

“…so I figured I’d write it out as it was told to me. Just like a campfire story or something.” He sat down and appeared to be waiting for her to respond.

Ginger picked up the watch again. “Well, unless I have been dreaming the last few days… it is an epic sort of tale. That would seem to be a good approach to take…” she read the inscription aloud. “Time is the uniquely subjective phenomenon. What exactly does that mean?”

John stared at a spot over and past her head. She waited for some response to her last distraction. He answered, “Generally you can take it to mean that time is experienced by each person differently. But the meaning that was intended by the fellow who inscribed it, I think, was a bit more esoteric than that.”

She felt a sudden pang of comprehension and lifted the notebook with the diagrams and charts. “Does it have to do with these other notes of yours?”

He nodded, “Yeah I’m pretty sure it does. But I’m not personally to the place where I can make much more of it than that: Time isn’t what we’ve always supposed it to be…” he shrugged in surrender. Her phone rang and she hopped up and ran back to the guest room where she’d left it.

An Honest Man

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Weigh Anchor

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The Elf & Huntress

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