Snippet from my sequel
for Messages from Henry.
Hello. Thank you for
visiting my blog today. I’m author, Rebecca Scarberry (@Scarberryfields on
Twitter). Have now published 3 ebooks, Messages from Henry, Rag Doll, and
Jumper. The following snippet is from the sequel to Messages from Henry, the
novella so many love. I took on a co-author for the sequel, Francis Potts
(@FPotts on Twitter) because I sent 4 main characters to England. I’ve never
been there. Please take a few minutes out of your busy schedules to read more
about Henry, the hero pigeon. Francis and I hope to publish this romance story
very soon. The cover will be revealed when published.
THE PRINCE OF PIGEONS
THE PRINCE OF PIGEONS
Chapter 1. Henry
goes to school.
“Tammy, I received the most wonderful
letter in the mail!” Evelyn shouted over the phone to her long-time friend and
neighbor.
“Who’s the letter from?”
“It’s
from the president of the Parent Teachers Association. She says the children
attending Pickford Elementary school were learning about carrier pigeons when
word of Henry saving my life, hit the local news. She says they have an award
for Henry and want me to bring him to an awards ceremony.”
“That’s so lovely, Evelyn. When is
it?”
“Hang on. I’ll look at the letter.
October 2nd. It’s a Saturday. Will you be able to come too? After all, without
you to read the messages, I’d be dead.”
The thought made Tammy shiver. “Of
course, I’d love to come with you. I’m trying to picture what they could have
possibly made for him.”
“I don’t care what they made. Henry is
going to love their attention.”
Tammy showed up at Evelyn’s beautiful,
large farmhouse an hour before they had to have Henry at the school auditorium.
She was dressed in a casual pastel orange dress that complimented her red curly
hair and azure eyes. Her high heels matched her dress perfectly.
As soon as Evelyn opened the front
door, she looked at Tammy’s shoes and said, “Well, I guess I’ll be going out to
give Henry a quick grooming by myself. You certainly can’t walk through the mud
in those heels.”
“I could just slap you, Evelyn,” Tammy
teased. “I was expecting a compliment and Henry all ready to go.”
Evelyn laughed and then said, “No,
he’s not ready yet. I’ve been fussing with my out-of-control hair for half an
hour. My hair is the same color as yours, but it certainly isn’t as
controllable.”
“Your hair looks beautiful and you
look so pretty in that light green dress. Have to tell you though; you’re going
to have to lose the house slippers.”
Evelyn laughed as she removed the
slippers, and replaced them with black rubber boots.
“Oh, those look much better,” Tammy
joked.
Evelyn looked back at Tammy and rolled
her eyes, as she headed for the backdoor. Once she arrived with Henry, in a
nice clean cat carrier, she placed him on the kitchen floor.
Tammy looked at Henry, staring up at
her. “Hello, Henry. Why you look beautiful. Your pure white feathers glisten,
and your yellow eyes look brilliant, as usual.”
“I wiped him down a little bit, but I
agree he looks beautiful. Like his girlfriend, Cecilia, he likes to keep his
feathers in pristine condition. Let me put my heels on and we’re ready to go.”
The traffic held Evelyn and Tammy up.
There had been an accident on the freeway earlier, and traffic hadn’t normalized.
Once the two entered the crowded
auditorium, many of the children in the back rows turned to see who had
entered. They immediately rose from their seats and began to clap. Once the
others within earshot heard them clapping, they stood to see what it was about.
Before Evelyn and Tammy took another step, the auditorium was filled with the
sound of hundreds of people applauding. Evelyn looked down at Henry and found
him bobbing his head. It was as though he was thanking them. She smiled big and
raised the carrier above her head, for all to see.
A chubby, gray-haired woman in her
fifties came up behind them and patted Evelyn on the back. “Come this way, Mrs.
Bury. We have a seat for you on stage.”
Evelyn set the carrier on the floor
next to her wooden chair, on stage. Once Evelyn sat down, proceedings began.
A tall, thin woman in her thirties
stood at a podium and began, “Good afternoon. I’m Sharon Batista. Thank you all
for coming this evening to honor Henry. Evelyn, we all want to thank you for
bringing your hero to meet all of us tonight. We read in all the newspapers and
saw your story on the local television news. We were all rooting Henry on, and
praying you would be saved from death by the hands of your kidnapper. With each
message Henry delivered to your dear friend, Tammy Wade, we were hoping that
would be the one message to lead the authorities to you. I also want to add, we
are so sorry for the loss of your son, Scott. We know he was trying very hard
to pay the ransom and save your life. I don’t want to put you on the spot, but
I’m wondering if you’d like to say a few words”.
Evelyn rose from her chair, Sharon stepped away
from the podium, and Evelyn adjusted the microphone. “Thank you, Sharon for
your kind words. Tammy and I have been looking forward to this night for weeks.
I’m thankful my dearly beloved husband trained Henry so well. Had it not been
for Henry’s special abilities, and my loving friend Tammy, I never would have
been found. Thank you all for coming to meet him.” As she walked back to her
seat, the crowd applauded. Sharon returned to the podium, “Thank you, Evelyn. I
would like to introduce you to one of Henry’s dearest fans, six-year-old Martin
Quinten. He has the award, he made himself, and one-hundred and fifty students
agreed was the perfect award for your special bird.”
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