Sunday, August 12, 2012
A CHILL AT THE REOPENING OF THE BLUE MOON CAFE
**Beth surveyed the perfectly laid out buffet, and her helpers standing at each end ready to greet guests for the grand reopening of the Blue Moon Cafe...
"I'm going to fetch more butter from the walk-in refrigerator."
As she stepped inside the room-sized cooler, the door swung shut and latched behind her. Beth spun to look behind her. That's odd. We always have to push the door closed when we go out.
With a shrug, Beth lifted the butter off the shelf and walked to the door. When she pushed the release handle, the door didn't budge. A flicker of concern flashed through her, though she quickly dismissed it as silly.
However, when she pushed at the door again, it still didn't open.
A shiver inched up her spine, and not just from the almost freezing temperature in the walk-in. Instinctively, one of her arms cradled her belly. Her pregnancy had been so healthy. She didn't want to catch a chill and endanger her child.
She jiggled the release handle and leaned against the door. There had never been a problem with the door sticking. She shivered again and leaned all of her weight against the heavy door.
**Excerpt from LIVING THE LEGACY, copyright Genene Valleau, writing as Genie Gabriel