Terri Talley Venters,
Author of Carbon Copy, Tin Roof, Body Of Gold, and
Copper Cauldron
Terri received
her Bachelor’s degree in Accounting and Master’s degree in Taxation from the
University of Florida. She is a licensed CPA and a Second Degree Black Belt in
Taekwondo. She lives in St. Augustine, Florida, with her husband, Garrison, and
their two sons.
Carbon Copy, currently available from Wild
Child Publishing, is the 1st
thrilling novel in the Elements of Mystery Series. The title of each
novel will contain an element from the Periodic Table of Elements. Tin Roof, the sequel to Carbon Copy, coming soon from Wild Child
Publishing. And Terri’s romantic/suspense
novel, Body of Gold, is coming soon from Freya’s Bower. Terri just
finished writing, Silver Lining, the
final book in the Carbon Copy
trilogy. For more about Terri’s upcoming releases, please visit her website http://www.elementsofmystery.com/ Terri is the daughter of Leslie S. Talley, author of Make Old Bones which is also available
from Wild Child Publishing.
Copper Cauldron
Penelope Manchester, a good witch with one green
and one blue eye, awaits her destiny: a warrior of God with the face of an
angel, the heart of a saint, and eyes which match her own. St. Michael the
Archangel flies into her life and sweeps her off her feet. Meanwhile, an evil
sorcerer captures witches, steals their powers and most of their nine lives,
and shrinks them to the size of a doll--a Nürnberg, doll. But when he turns two of the Manchester witches into dolls, the
Manchester clan fights back with St. Michael and divine intervention. Armed
with the legendary copper cauldron, a fire breathing dragon, and an arsenal of
spells, good battles evil.
Terry was kind enough to share another of her wonderful elemental short stories! Check it out!
SILICON
By: Terri
Talley Venters
You
are cordially invited to a Valentines’ Day Party
February
14, 1913
8
o’clock in the evening
At
the beach home of Jeb and Shelby McAlister
In
St. Augustine, Florida
Priscilla squealed with excitement as she danced in circles, delighted
to receive the coveted Valentines’ Day party invitation hosted by her friends,
twins Jeb and Shelby. Priscilla, along with everyone else fortunate enough to
attend, looked forward this annual party of the season. The tradition started several
years ago when Jeb and Shelby’s parents wanted society to mingle with their
teenage children on Valentines’ Day in hopes to find good matches for their
twins amongst the children of their wealthy friends.
Everyone anticipated an engagement between Priscilla and Jeb. In fact
Priscilla let Jeb kiss her on the beach at last year’s Valentines’ Day party.
Although she’d hoped for a proposal last year, she understood the delay since
he and his twin sister, along with their parents, departed for Europe a few
days after last year’s party.
Priscilla worried why he never wrote to her during this last year. She
feared Jeb’s parents would try to marry him off to a lady of nobility during
their Grand Tour. She read the social pages everyday and felt thankful to hear
no news of him. Her heart would break if she learned Jeb got engaged to another
woman.
It didn’t surprise her to not see him since last year. The McAlister’s lived in Philadelphia, while
Priscilla and her family lived in New York. But like most wealthy families,
they spent their winters in Florida.
They took the Florida East Coast railroad to St. Augustine, Florida and
stayed in the luxurious Ponce De Leon Hotel. Since the beaches in Florida were
so beautiful, many wealthy families built their winter homes here including the
McAlister family.
Valentines’ Day finally arrived and Priscilla arrived at the
McAlister’s enormous beach home located on the inlet leading into St.
Augustine. Her full-length, red satin gown would normally appear inappropriate
on an unmarried woman, but her mother acquiesced and allowed Priscilla to
borrow hers for this special evening.
Priscilla walked up the steps of the party and felt breathless at the
sight of everyone wearing their finery--the women in beautiful gowns and jewels
and the men in coats with tails and top hats.
She entered the beautiful home and fantasized about her future with
Jeb. She pictured herself wearing the
latest fashions from Paris, adorned with diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires,
depending on which gown she chose. But
the best part about her fantasy life was the title of Mrs. Jeb McAlister.
She entered the enormous ballroom and immediately searched for
Jeb. She took the glass of champagne
handed to her by a servant, but ignored the scrumptious buffet meticulously
laid out in the formal dinning room of the mansion. She knew eating like a field hand repulsed
most gentlemen, along with her waistline. She saw many of her friends which
delighted her, but she saw no sign of any of the McAlister’s.
“Priscilla, darling, how wonderful to see you. Have you met Matthew Oxford of Boston?”
Madeline asked, kissing her cheeks to greet her friend since childhood.
“Of course, I remember Mr. Oxford.
How do you do?” Priscilla asked.
She raised her gloved-hand and allowed him to kiss the silken fabric
protecting her delicate fingers.
“How do you do, Priscilla. How
wonderful to see you again. I was just
telling Madeline how sorry I was to hear about her husband who went down on the
Titanic last April,” Matthew said.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, Madeline.
And how unfortunate I must again compete with the beautiful Madeline
Astor. How can I possibly land a fine
husband when every eye is on you tonight,” Priscilla said.
“Thank you, Priscilla. But I’m
afraid you outshine me in your beautiful red gown,” Madeline said.
“Madeline and I were just discussing how the tragedy of so many lost
souls on the Titanic increased my business last year,” Matthew said.
“How interesting. It’s good to hear something positive derived from
such a tragedy,” Priscilla said. She
tried to hide her shock to hear a man discussing business in front of ladies.
But his breach of etiquette reminded her of Matthew’s “nouveau riche” status.
“Mr. Oxford makes headstones for a living and his father owns a
granite quarry,” Madeline said, catching Priscilla up on the conversation while
sharing her misery of the dreadful tale.
“You see, tombstones are made from granite, although granite is
composed 65% of silicon dioxide,” Matthew said.
Priscilla forced her eyes not to close with boredom from this dreadful
conversation. She needed to find Jeb
without appearing rude. “Sounds fascinating, Matthew. Although I don’t care to
ever see another tombstone again, I’d love to hear more about the tombstone
making business. But if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to search for our host,
young Mr. McAlister,” Priscilla said.
Priscilla walked out to the beach and stood in the same spot where Jeb
had kissed her one year ago tonight. She missed him terribly and felt
disappointed she hadn’t seen him at his own party. She understood his duties as
a host, but she thought it rather odd that no one saw either Jeb or Shelby at
tonight’s party. In fact, no one saw or
heard from the McAlister’s since last year’s party.
She looked out at the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean and thought of
all the lost people who perished when the Titanic sank last spring. Priscilla prayed to see her beloved again.
“Oh, Jeb, I miss you terribly. I love you and I want to be your wife more than
anything in the world. Please come back to me.”
Priscilla couldn’t believe her eyes at the sight before her. As her
vision watched the circling lights of the lighthouse across the bay, she saw a
figure standing on the rocks. He looked like Jeb. She blinked her eyes and thought her prayers
were finally answered. Her heart knew the image she craved to see again
belonged to her beloved, Jeb McAlister.
She walked towards him and yelled, “Jeb.”
He looked at her without saying a word. He started walking towards the
house and Priscilla followed him. Although it thrilled her to see him again, it
concerned her when he didn’t come to her now. After an entire year apart, she
felt disappointed at his lack of response.
She’d expected Jeb to take her into his arms because he missed her as
much as she missed him.
She watched Jeb head to the house and couldn’t keep up with his fast
pace. She watched him walk through the open front door, almost knocking over a
late arriving guest. He didn’t even stop to greet him. What happened to his
manners?
Priscilla ran into the house and screamed “Jeb, Jeb, please wait, it’s
me, Priscilla.”
“Did you see Jeb?” someone asked.
“Yes, he walked right through the front door a few seconds ago. Didn’t
you see him too?” Priscilla asked as she looked through the crowded party to
search for Jeb.
“No, in fact no one has seen Jeb, Shelby, or their parents tonight,”
the other guest said.
“Look, there he is. Jeb is so tall; I can easily spot his top hat from
here. But what’s the white thing around his neck? It looks like a life jacket,”
Priscilla asked.
“Wouldn’t surprise me if Jeb decided to take a midnight sail by the
Castillo de San Marco. But I don’t see him. Where is he?” Matthew asked.
“Look, he’s right there going out the back door. He’s probably headed
towards his boat. It’s docked at the rear of the property,” Priscilla said,
pointing towards Jeb.
“Hey, everyone, Jeb is taking us on a midnight sail in the harbor.
Follow the man in a top hat and life preserver and grab bottle of champagne,”
Matthew said.
“Hurrah!” the party guests cheered in unison as they headed out the
back of the house.
“Where is he? I don’t see him,” everyone asked.
“He’s right there. How can you not see him? Everyone, follow me,”
Priscilla said.
She led the party outside, and everyone screamed in horror at the
sight before them. Four new granite gravestones now occupied the backyard.
Priscilla immediately read the engraving on the third marker. She now knew why she never heard from Jeb
again.
Here lies Jeb McAlister
Beloved Son and Brother
Born Jan 18, 1888
Lost at sea on the H.M.S, Titanic
April 15, 1912.
Thanks for hosting me Chad! Hope everyone also visits my new website at www.ElementsOfMystery.com
ReplyDeleteI'll be off the grid for a few hours today while I take my parents to the golf tournament--The Players Championship in Ponte Vedra, Florida.
It's a pleasure to have you, Terri :) Have fun at the tournament!
DeleteWe will! I've been taking my dad, a huge golf fan, since 1997! Now Mom comes too. =) btw, I saw some formating lingo at the very end of the story. No biggy.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great family outing! Not seeing the formatting issues... can you help point them out so I can correct them? Sorry about that.
DeleteWow what a wonderful short story. Love the twist and that the Titanic was used in the tale, although sad. Great tie with yesterday's short featuring the Ponce De Leon Hotel.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked my story Cassie! I love wrting tales with surprise twist at the end. St. Augustine is such a beautiful with lots of inspiration. Thanks for stopping by =)
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