StoryMap #8 – Women’s Memoirs, StoryMap: The Neverending Writing PromptTM – Kendra Bonnett and Matilda Butler
Women’s Memoirs Publishes a Special Group Written Two-Part Conclusion to Snow Moon, No Moon Story
Last week, we published a two-part conclusion to Snow Moon, No Moon written by Jamuna Advani. Today, we have another treat for you — the first of a two-part conclusion written by a writing group, a collective effort. Be sure to return tomorrow for the second half as this team of five writing partners accidentally solves the case of the missing snow globe.
Don’t remember the first five parts of the story? Here’s a link to Snow Moon, No Moon, Part 1. From there you will find a link to the next part.
Snow Moon, No Moon, Part 1 Read all five parts, if you like, and then return to this newest conclusion. Or, if you like, just enjoy today’s story. Be sure to leave the authors a note in the Comments section below.
Want to write your own conclusion? At the bottom of this story, you’ll find information.
Snow Moon, No Moon, Part 6
by Barbara Bottini, Gale Henshel, Kris Maas, Lynne Urband and Cindy Wilber
Wynnie moved toward Brandi as she removed her cowboy hat, jade sweater and gloves, hanging them on the coat rack.
“Are you okay, Brandi?” Wynnie thought Brandi’s countenance was as black as her outfit.
“I suppose, but I’m really worried.”
Wynnie and Gail gave Brandi time to continue.
“I just came from the park where I met two strangers – two women – who seemed very nice. We chatted and I was describing our Snow Moon Festival, when I looked up into the loblolly pine and….well, the giant snow globe is missing.” Brandi held out her hands in a pleading gesture.
The three women looked at each other, alarm shown on each face.
Gail volunteered, “What if I called the fire department. I know George Clement. He might be able to tell me if they had to take it down for repairs, or something.”
“Good idea. And I’ll call Tommy Thibodeau. He might be repairing the globe.”
“No you won’t, Wynnie. I need to start working on your foils. Take a seat in my chair. Gail, make those two calls and find out what is going on.”
Wynnie scurried to the black swivel salon chair, her red two-inch heels clicking on the old 1940’s yellow and black linoleum. Brandi followed, grabbing the black drape, snapping and swirling it around Wynnie like a bullfighter twirling his cape as Wynnie sat down with a thud. Brandi snapped the neck collar at the nape of Wynnie’s neck and began combing through her hair with her fingers. Her grey hair had grown out about half-an-inch and was very noticeable at the part. There was no postponing the color application for another week.
“Hello, is George Clement there?” There was a long pause while Gail waited, twirling the phone cord through her fingers. “Oh hi, George.” Gail’s voice became more lilting and she pushed her long blond bangs back from her face. Brandi smiled as she listened to the conversation, well aware that there was newly budding romance between the two young people.
“George, Brandi was in the park this morning before she opened the shop, and she said that the snow globe was missing off the loblolly pine.” A pause and then Gail continued, “Yes, we thought you might know something about it.”
Brandi started mixing the chestnut brown color and watched Gail’s smile disappear from her pink, glossy lips.
“Well, Brandi said there were two strangers in the park, two women. Do you think they might have something to do with this?”
Brandi and Wynnie turned to listen more closely.
“Okay George. I’ll call Chief Awentia. I hope she has an answer.” She hung up the phone and turned to the two older ladies. “George said they had no trouble placing the snow globe on the tree last night. They placed it at the end, just before they all left the park.”’
Fast forward to 11:30 am that same morning and over to the Dollar Diner
Two regular customers noticed a group of five strange women enter hesitantly as though they knew they did not fit in. The ladies looked around for a space large enough to accommodate their out of town quintet. Jake Redmond of ‘Ask Mr. Mom’ was sitting at the counter and turned to his buddy Jim Patton of ‘Jim’s GunWorks’ and commented “Hey, get a load of the bunch who just walked in, that tall brunette with the barely graying hair might be just your speed. I don’t see a wedding ring. You should go over and introduce yourself.” Jim resisted and turned his blushing face back to his tofu burger.
[Come back tomorrow for the conclusion of this story.]
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