Tuesday Tales - Mouse
Hi Everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “crazy”. We’re back with the Hallow Brothers in Decision.
Josiah sat on the sofa of his cabin surrounded by maps. They weren’t any ordinary maps found for sale at the local convenience store. These were detailed sketches of the forest around their camp drawn by his father and Littlefoot years ago. They included the road that snaked from their home to the highway by Sharky’s and North Camp.
Josiah blew out a long breath. They hadn’t checked out their little oasis designed to give the Hallows privacy when it was time for legit baby making. He was sure that it was destroyed by the bloodsuckers too. Sadly, it would have to wait. Protecting their way to the civilized world was a priority.
He glanced up from his studying as the door opened. He smiled at the sight of his wife. It didn’t matter how many times he saw her in a day. She was still the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet. And every time he looked at her, she still made him rock hard.
Josiah took particular notice of Sarah’s furrowed brow. He shot a look at his phone. It was way too early for her to be back. She should be elbow deep in a bowl of flour right now.
“How’s it going over there?” he asked as he set the map on his hand on the coffee table to give her his full attention.
Sarah shrugged. “Fine. Everything is cleaned up. We bagged up the rotten food and swept up the mouse droppings. Every surface is sanitized.” She searched around the cabin. “Where is Zane?”
Josiah thought about his son. The kid was a hurricane on toddler legs. “Taking a nap. I don’t know how you put up with the two of us boys.”
“It’s a challenge.” Sarah sighed as she clenched her hands to her hips. “I don’t know about Maya.”
Josiah stood from the couch and crossed the room to her. He wrapped her in his arms. Anything to touch her. “Did she say something? Do something?”
Her fingers grazed his biceps. It sent a shiver through him. “We invited her to bake with us. I thought she was on board. But when we mentioned Momma…”
The sound of rotors broke the typical quiet of their forest. Machinery like that never came this far into the woods and it was getting closer. He frowned at the noise that cut Sarah off. “What the hell is that?”