Wednesday, September 13, 2023
Hello, everyone. I’m easing away from my so-called break, although I’m not fully back in the blog-verse yet. Anyhow I didn’t want you to go away, so I’m rerunning this short story from 2018. I’m also participating in Thursday Doors, hosted by Dan Antion. by showing you VW Beetle doors.
When I finished the second book in the Atonement series, I decided to write a very short story related to that novel. This story would have happened “off camera” during the Flowery Backfire, Chapter 8 of Atonement in Bloom. Bethany and two minor characters, the brother and sister — Marge and Tracey Tipton get the spotlight, along with Dr. Mary Sue Leggett from the serial.
Blossoms and Bears
Bethany shivered and turned up the heater in her purple Volkswagen Beetle.
The little car was crammed full of flowers. Azaleas were arranged in the seats. Dahlias draped across the dashboard. Sunflowers stood up from the sunroof. Petunias protruded from the windows ― hence the Goth accountant’s shivering. She stuffed so many flowers into the car that she couldn’t close the windows.
She had offered to help Ralda Lawton get rid of the bombardment of blossoms. However, the flowers were so beautiful that the Goth hated to just throw them away. Bethany decided to take them to the nearest nursing home.
A short distance down the road, Marge Tipton’s old red pickup truck was parked on the roadside. Bethany took her black booted foot off the accelerator when she spotted Marge and her brother Tracey.
The spot wasn’t far from the diner Marge owned, L-O-L-A Lola’s. Of course, it would be farther to drive there. Yet it wouldn’t be reasonable to tromp through that thicket to walk to the restaurant.
“What in the world is she doing?” Bethany muttered.
Marge stood holding a long stick and glaring at her brother. Tracey seemed frustrated, but to the Goth’s relief he looked sober. More than once she had helped Marge get him to act reasonably when he went on a bender.
As Bethany pulled the Beetle onto the shoulder, their voices drifted into the open windows.
“Walking tall and carrying a big stick only works if your name’s Buford Pusser and you’re in a movie!” Tracey told his sister as she poked her stick into the underbrush. “Do you think that stick’s gonna help if it’s in there?”
That comment was so strange that Bethany couldn’t help getting out of her car to investigate.
“If nobody will do anything about that bear then I’ll have to do it myself! I don’t think they even believe there is a bear. Well, they can just kiss my foot,” his sister retorted and moved to the next bush.
Bethany already knew Marge thought she had seen a bear prowling around the diner after dark. She wouldn’t touch that conversation with a ten-foot pole ― or a long stick.
Marge repeatedly stabbed the stick into the bushes. A quail flew up, making quite a commotion. Everybody jumped and exclaimed words that weren’t necessarily fit for mixed company.
Tracey bent to pick up the stick his sister dropped when the bird startled her. He kept it on pretext of scraping mud off his boots.
“What brings you out here, Miss Bethany?” Tracey asked, straightening his cap.
He tended to act a little nervous around the dark-haired woman. Bethany thought it was because she was a Goth. Marge thought it was because he was sweet on her.
“I’m taking some flowers to the nursing home out on Highway 41,” Bethany explained.
“Would it be too much trouble to drop me off at the Rowdy Rooster? It’s not far out of your way,” Tracey asked with an impatient glance at his sister.
Marge narrowed her eyes at the mention of the redneck bar.
“Not even my own brother believes there’s a bear,” she muttered.
“I’m sorry, Tracey. My car’s running over with flowers,” she said and received an eye-roll in return for her excuse. “No, honestly it is.”
They turned and saw the flowers sticking out of the Volkswagen’s windows and sunroof. Perplexed expressions painted the faces of the Tipton siblings.
“You know, I could really use some help. You’ve probably scared the bear away,” she added, pretending to give Marge the benefit of a doubt.
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The three of them carried double arm-loads of blossoms into the nursing home. The staff gathered every imaginable container for the blossoms. There were enough flowers that Marge, Tracey, and Bethany put a bouquet in every room and each common area.
“Tracey Tipton, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen you,” a woman wearing a white coat exclaimed. “They’ve really missed you coming to play for them. But I don’t see your guitar,” she added in a disappointed tone.
Marge and Bethany turned in surprise toward the woman. A name tag identified her as Dr. Mary Sue Leggett. She stopped an orderly and whispered something. A moment later he returned with a guitar.
Before Tracey had time to do more than murmur a vague objection he was herded to a common room where a dozen eager faces smiled encouragingly when he sat down with the guitar.
While many of the residents were elderly, the facility also housed people of all ages with varied reasons for being there. Bethany wondered if Tracey had ever been admitted as a patient.
Dr. Leggett spoke quietly as Tracey played and sang. He seemed to enjoy himself every bit as much as his audience appreciated his music.
“I’ve never seen this side of your brother,” Bethany told Marge.
“Tracey could use a purpose in life,” Dr. Leggett suggested. “If we could get him on a schedule to come out here even once a week, I think everyone would benefit from it.”
Marge turned sad eyes toward her brother. Her mouth became a determined line. It was the same expression she’d worn when trying to find her bear. Bethany knew Marge had been through tough times with her brother. It was no wonder she looked like she was bracing herself to poke a bear with a stick.
A hearty laugh came from Tracey as he agreed to play another song. Marge smiled.
“I haven’t heard that laugh in years,” Marge commented in a bemused voice. “I’ll do everything I possibly can to make that happen,” she promised.
Bethany shook her head wonderingly as she walked out of the building. The sounds of a sing-along followed her as she got into her purple Volkswagen and drove away.
The end, and maybe the beginning too.
♣ ♣ ♣
If you were here over the weekend, you know that I’ve “bookized” Part 1 of the current Atonement blog serial. For the rest of the week, I’m keeping the e-book at a nominal price, and the paperback as inexpensive as possible.
If you haven’t followed the serial, the book is a perfect way to start. Likewise, if you’ve missed episodes, or just want a refresher before the second part of the serial begins, I’ve given you an easy way to catch up.
Universal Purchase Link
Kindle: relinks.me/B0CHNX2X6T
Paperback relinks.me/B0CHL7DL6Q
Have a splendid new week. Hugs!
♣ ♣ ♣
The rest of the Atonement Series
Atonement, Tennessee
Full series of e-books with one click: relinks.me/B087JV25JT
Kindle: rxe.me/HGSVA8A
Paperback: relinks.me/1481826948
Also in Spanish, translated by Olga Núñez Miret! The title for the Spanish-speaking market is Expiación y Magia
Atonement in Bloom
Kindle: rxe.me/5RRBLH
Paperback: relinks.me/1726882128
The Glowing Pigs, Snort Stories of Atonement, Tennessee
Kindle rxe.me/LTBDNH
Paperback relinks.me/1725891972
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Thursday Doors is a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos from around the world. It’s hosted by Dan Antion. Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post each week and then sharing your link in the comments below, anytime between 12:01 am Thursday morning and Saturday noon (North American eastern time).
This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons,
This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 – 2023 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene
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My first car was a VW Beetle, so I adore that image with all the flowers! This was a fun short story, Teagan – I missed Bethany.
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I’ve known several people who owned Beetles, and they all seem to have fond memories of them. Thanks for reading and commenting. Hugs!
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Teagan, thank you for this sweet post and lovely story with flowers in it. You say you are taking a break and yet you still prooduce such fine writing–and so much of it
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Thank you kindly, David. Hugs.
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Can’t say it enough…love your writing and your creative gift!! Having said that I am still working on catching up! My wife and I have been out of town so much this year, I have fallen behind. Having said that I am committed to catching up!! Again-love your work!!
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You’re very kind, Kirt. I hope you’re having a wonderful week. Hugs.
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Boughtened the new book!
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Why thank you kindly, Marian. Big hugs to you and the kitties.
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Awesome story and I loved the character Tracey sounds like a good person. Thanks for the amazing story, Teagan 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
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Thank you, Kamal. I think Tracey is trying hard to turn his life around. 🙂 I appreciate you visiting. Big hugs.
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Always welcome and yes agree totally with you Teagan. Love and hugs to you too 🤗🤗🤗
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I love the story, Teagan, and that bug full of flowers is awesome! 💐🩷
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Thanks, Lauren. If you Google “Volkswagen filled with flowers” you’ll find a surprising number of similar images. They’re so fun. Hugs.
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I did Google it and wow! There are a lot and they’re so cool! 🙂 Hugs back atcha! 💙🌷
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Thanks for the fun story, Teagan. I love the idea of a car full of flowers! Xo
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I’m happy you enjoyed it Denise — thanks. It is a fun thought, isn’t it. 😀 Hugs.
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I see Atonement has been a home away from home for you.
This was a mighty interesting read, Teagan.
Hugs!
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I guess it has at that, Resa. Thanks for reading and commenting. Hugs winging back to you.
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Hugs!
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I think you have a perfect Thursday Door, Teagan. I love the bugs, the flowers and I love thinking about Atonement in Bloom. Thanks for sharing the story. I hope you’re having a good week.
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You are so kind, Dan. Thanks very much for this comment. It’s not a bad week. Hugs.
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A wonderful story, Teagan. What fun. All the flowers made me happy. Like Liz, my old bug would have made a great pot.
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I’m delighted that this made you smile, Diana. Hugs.
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Such a lovely post – both words and photos. Who doesn’t love a beetle!?!
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Jan. They are charming little cars. Hugs.
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I love that Thursday door VW, Teagan. I enjoyed this story
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Thanks very much, John. I’m happy you liked the story. I’m not sure where they are, but someone has set up those VWs, one for each day of the week. What a fun idea. Hugs.
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It is a fun idea.
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I love all vehicles turned in to flower beds!
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I was surprised by how many different ones I found, Deborah. Such fun. Hugs.
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A lovely story that fills the senses Teagan
💕💕💕
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Thanks so much, Cindy. Have a lovely rest of the week. Hugs.
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A heartwarming story, Teagan. Love the graphics. I can almost smell the blossoms!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it, Jan. Imagine if all old derelict cars were filled with flowers. Hugs.
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Music heals many wounds. (K)
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Agreed, Kerfe. I hope your week is going well. Hugs.
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Hi Teagan, this is a great story. I love the idea of a car stuffed with flowers.
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Thanks so much, Robbie. When I looked back at this story, and thought about Bethany’s car, I remembered myself and others using car doors for Thursday Doors. So I removed my original photos and went hunting for suitable images of VW Beetles. Hugs.
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A VW beetle is the perfect fit for this story. They are happy cars, aren’t they?
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I have that reaction to them too. Years ago, writing the first Atonement story, I gave my Goth, Bethany, one because of the contrast I felt between her black clothes and the happy purple Beetle.
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That is great reasoning. I like contest.
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Loved, loved the VWs filled with flowers!
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Thanks, Noelle. They tickled my sense of whimsy too. Hugs.
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You always leaving us wanting more, Teagan. Great job!
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Thank you kindly, GP. I hope you’re having a good week. Hugs.
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Pretty well, thank you very much.
You’ve been sounding quite organized and efficient lately. Way to go!!
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Ha. I’d like to think so, but the truth is, that I get in these “head spaces” where I’m just frantically trying to accomplish something — anything. Although most bosses I’ve had were happy to call it efficiency. LOL.
We’ve gotten rain the past two days! Woot!
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We’ve have a drought one week and then back to afternoon showers. Our overcast days help to keep the temp below the mid-90’s, so that’s good!!
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When my VW bug died, I should have used it as a flower pot!
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LOL. Google something like “Volkeswagen Bettle filled with flowers” and you’ll see a ton of them. Hugs.
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I had no idea!
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A lovely story and images, Teagan. Thanks for sharing this and good luck with the new book and with the gradual come back!
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Thank you kindly, Olga. I need all the good luck I can get. Hugs.
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Love the pictures and the short story.
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Many thanks Pat. I hope you’re having a good week. Hugs.
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Weather is much improved. Hugs by return pixels.
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Here too. We’ve finally gotten good rain yesterday, overnight, and this morning! I can hear the earth singing. It’s been so long!
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Lovely. We’re even in a drought situation in parts of Virginia. Eine growers are please but not other farmers. 🤞
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Lovely, crazy cars… gloriously filled with joy!
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They tickled my funny bone too. Hugs.
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🌸🌼🌺💕
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