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Today is the 5th day of the release fun for the Ever After Mystery series. I’m thrilled as my book, When The Pilot Falls, is the third to be released. All the stories have their roots in a fairy tale.
The first book, The Last Gasp, just released. And, since it’s based on Cinderella, the Ever After authors are doing a short blog hop – complete with a mini-mystery and prizes.
Someone has stolen Cinderella’s glass slipper…
Is This Slipper Yours?
It never occurred to me that the one, lonely, lovely glass slipper lying so forlornly upon the stack of menus might have been stolen. The waitresses ignored it. The restaurant patrons ignored it. The longer I stared at it, the more convinced I became that someone was missing that slipper. I know I would be. Maybe I could turn it into the lost and found before my flight. As a matter of fact, it was my duty.
In a split-second decision, the slipper was in my oversized bag and, after I’d paid the bill then asked for directions, I was off to the Dallas Fort Worth airport security office where the lost and found was located.
I never did find it. Two monorail rides and several endlessly long hallways later, all packed to the gills with passengers, led me exactly nowhere. To say that the airport is ginormous underplays its size. Anyway, I was nearly late for my own flight trying to do the right thing.
I thought I could post it to some Facebook group for people missing one shoe. It was possible. I mean, Facebook has a group for nearly everything and anything. With my mind settled, I slept most of the flight back to LAX.
It was too late to go home, which is a three-hour drive from LA, so I stayed the night. I slept in and, on a flight of whimsy after a decent brunch, decided to visit the Taj Mahal. Have you heard of it? No, not that Taj Mahal. The theater Taj Mahal.
You should visit sometime. It’s a grand old palace of a theater. All the golden age actors and actresses attended their own showings there. I thought it might be fun to take a photo of the slipper on the steps leading to the theater doors. An homage to a shoeless princess…you know, a metaphor for our existential loneliness, etc, etc.
Yes, I realize now that it might have a bit overboard. I don’t mean to whine but I just know my Instagram views would’ve soared once posted. Fine. I’ll remove the existential bit.
Anyway, I placed the slipper down carefully – it is after all made of glass – and snapped my photo. That was when a young honeymooning couple asked if I would take their picture. Always happy to oblige, I agreed and turned my back to the shoe for what I thought was a minute. It must have taken longer than I realized, though.
Between the two of us, I’d had trouble fitting them both into the frame. The man was absolutely the size of a bear. His wife’s curly hair barely came to his shoulder.
When I went to retrieve my…well, the…glass slipper it was gone! Poofed into thin air. I was sure, though, that I saw none other than Chautona Havig hurrying away from the theater. I called out to her but she never turned around. I thought it odd, honestly.
As you can plainly see, I didn’t steal the shoe. I wanted it returned to its rightful owner…after a few Instagram posts. You may, however, want to question Chautona. I’m almost 97% certain she knows something about the missing slipper.
Oh, before you go, don’t forget to enter to get the reward (some people might even call it a giveaway) for helping the authorities catch the culprit!