I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.
I’m picking up from last week, with Cara checking into a somewhat unsavory motel.
“I’d like a room, please.”
“How long do you need it for?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a week, maybe just tonight.”
“You alone?”
“I’m here for my grandmother’s funeral.”
“Grandmother’s funeral?”He seemed confused for a moment as he reoriented his opinion of her. “Belle Hawthorne?”
She nodded. “I’m Cara Hawthorne.”
He handed her a key, his demeanor changing. “The room on the end. I’ll make sure not to put anyone in the room next to you so you won’t be disturbed.”
“Thank you.” She pulled her wallet out of her purse and handed him her credit card but he waved it off.
“No charge for you. Your grandmother was loved by just about everyone in town. We’re all grieving with you.”
Oh, that was sweetly written, P.T. Nicely done.
Enjoyed the snippet. Makes me want to know more about her grandmother.
A neat switch from the seedy motel!
Sounds like maybe she doesn’t even know how much people liked her grandmother. At any rate, the snippet definitely raises my curiosity about what all will happen!
What a surprising and pleasant encounter at a slightly seedy motel.
Oh .. nice change … and hopefully making her feel better, not only about the welcome, but also the knowledge how much her grandmother was liked … hmm … or it might increase her guilt? Great snippet.
So sweet, but so sad at the same time 🙂 I like how it shifted, too.