Welcome to Tuesday's Tales! A place where books are born. Thank you for stopping by. This week we are writing to a picture prompt so I have taken a break from Megan's Story and am offering another clip from my Horseshoe story.
(A stranger has turned up at Hanah's old, isolated,mountain hunting lodge in the middle of winter and wants to know what she is doing in his home.)
What had he said about the size of his estate?
Hanah pulled herself up on another memory.
Estate agent?
When she’d mentioned the local estate
agent, the man, James, hadn’t known what she was talking about. Did that mean he
knew nothing about the local town with its double and triple-story red-brick
buildings, the brilliant white clapboard property so recently renovated by the
locals and turned into a museum of local history. And the colourful striped
awnings over the shops and art galleries, would he know them or claim ignorance
of them too? And, of course both of the real estate agencies in the town, let’s
not forget them, she reminded herself with a silent snort of derision.
While the trees gave welcome shade to
shoppers from the summer heat, personally she disliked the clinical precision
of their placing and shape and was always relieved when she returned home to
the higglty-piggity of her natural surroundings.
The sound of Rosie’s voice squawking
in her ear jolted her out of her reflections.
“…still there?”
“What? Yes, I’m still here, and don’t
worry my guest will be leaving soon.”
“How can he, if as you say, the ravine
is blocked?”
“I believe he has suitable transport.”
Hanah offered, and hoped her friend wouldn’t ask for details. “I’ll ring you
tomorrow,” she promised and waited long enough to hear Rosie agree before
cutting the connection. It was amazing, all
things considered, that the phone lines were still working. Not prepared to
follow where that thought might take her, Hanah took advantage of her guest’s
confusion and eased the book out of James’ hand.
“You talk to yourself when that… that…
that thing demands your attention?” While he managed to lace his words with arrogance,
she identified the fear lurking in the man’s eyes.
16 comments:
nice description of the town ... also wonder about that fear ???
Now you've got me wondering about that fear. And where her mind was. Well done!
Yes, I`m wondering about that fear as well. Wonderful description of the town!
He is clearly a man out of time...but how? I am so curious to know more!!
Love the last line from him. Great description of the town
Something going on here that I need to know more about for sure.
Well worked..x
What's going on here? I want to read more about that fear. Love the town description.
Thank you all for your kind words and your company :-)
Fear lurking? Can you feel it? Yes!
Love all these small town descriptions- reminds me of where I used to live. Great excerpt
Nice writing! Good way to weave the old town into the story. I want to keep reading.
I am intrigued about this man and how he doesn't know what "that thing" is. I want to know more!
Thanks for your comments and interest. I have a rough idea how this will pan out but then... it keeps changing :-)
Loved the description of the town and the fear. Want to read more about it.
:-) Carolyn, Thank you
Oh very strange, i wonder what is happening.
:-) S.E. Thanks for coming by. Tomorrow is a complete short story and unrelated to this one.
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