The photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers reminded me of a WIP that for some reason is no longer in progress. I wrote a first chapter about two years ago. Not sure why I never continued. The story had promise. But here’s the funny thing: the genre is romance, and anyone who knows me knows that I completely LOATHE romance novels. Anyway, here’s to picking up where I left off!
Check-in was at three. It was well past five. The sweltering Savannah air engulfed Dorothy when she opened the door. It was stagnant, tasted of melted plastic on her tongue.
“Are we close to the ocean? Where’s the breeze?”
Maurice ignored her, rushing towards the entrance to meet the cool blast of air against his face inside the hotel lobby. Dorothy limped behind, her legs asleep from the five-hour drive. She marveled at the grand chandelier above the rotating doors. The bulbs illuminated brightly, eliminating all hints of glass, appearing as true flames. Still Suzanne, she thought, always a princess.
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