Friday, July 29, 2011
Where do you go from here?
Blinging right along now. Excerpt from FOUR MINI MYSTERIES:
"Aunt Jean woke up from a terrible nightmare about placing fourth in her Reel at a feis in New York. This of course was impossible. She shook her head from side to side as she crawled out of bed, trying to cast off the feeling of dread a bad dream often leaves behind.
"Liffey?" Aunt Jean called out. "Liffey, darling, where are you? We need to get dressed and then get to our stages."
The absolute quiet in the room was perplexing. Had Liffey gone downstairs already without her?
She hurriedly changed into her Irish dance attire, carefully centering her diamond tiara on her blonde wig. Liffey was probably off finding some breakfast. 'I never eat breakfast before I dance,' she thought proudly. 'The only nourishment I need before I dance is the air I breathe.'
The idea occurred to her that if she had some time to spare before she danced, she would buy a rhinestone applicator from one of the vendors. She just might brighten up her dress a bit with some Swarovski crystals and rhinestones. Lots of them. 'One can never have too much sparkle,' she thought. 'Never.'
TO ORDER BUNNY BLING SHIRT
If you enjoy Liffey Rivers' Aunt Jean, you can read about her 'Toadaphobia' in FOUR MINI MYSTERIES and experience an African safari in the 4th book of the Liffey Rivers Irish Dancer Mysteries: IN THE SHADOW OF THE SERPENT
"Before Liffey could ask Mr. Powers if they should put on their rain gear, he stopped and said: “Let’s suit up in our water repellant clothing ladies before we get soaked. We have three miles to walk yet.”
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Powers,” Aunt Jean said impatiently, searching for her rain gear, “three miles to walk where?”
“To the camp, Ms. Rivers,” Mr. Powers replied.
“Why are we not driving in your little jeep to our camp?”
“Because there is no road left to drive on, Miss Rivers.”
“Why ever not, Mr. Powers?”
“Well I suppose the resident wildlife just never got around to building one.”
“You expect us to walk three miles through the bush? We might be eaten Mr. Powers!”
‘Oh no,’ thought Liffey. ‘It has begun. I should have told Aunt Jean she booked the wrong camp. It is going to be a long four days.'
Brenna Briggs is the author of THE LIFFEY RIVERS IRISH DANCER MYSTERIES www.liffeyrivers.com