Photo credit: Björn Rudberg
“Where, exactly, does he live?”
“Where, exactly, does he live?”
To my credit, I refrained from audibly exhaling and reminded myself it was my idea to track down our grandfather in the first place. Camille’s days involved high-end furniture and she spent her evenings sipping wine at Dallas restaurants. I swerved left onto a poorly marked dirt road in the middle of nowhere. “It’s - hold on…” I grabbed at my Diet Coke in a futile attempt to prevent the spill. “Damn. He, well - lives behind someone.”
“Behind someone?”
“Yes. Up a hill or something like that.” I finally allowed myself a big sigh. “I don’t know, Camille, it was hard to understand, but it’s definitely on this road, ok?”
11 comments:
Ah! a navigator after my own style. Nice one.
Ha.. yes to get to that house you had to get out of the car.
Lovely detail in this, we've got some back story, some character, and the main narrative all in such a short space. Wonderful
Good story. I hope the car makes it up that hill.
Thanks, guys - and Bjorn, I LOVE the photo. :)
This was such a fun read!
I love how you gave these two people so much personality, in such a brief exchange.
This sounds like the start of a story I'd enjoy reading. I agree with Troy that you packed a lot into these 100 words.
janet
I love this story - and the sisters trying to find the Grandfather that lives somewhere. Good dialect between the two. I would like to hear if they found him. I love the picture - took me a day to think of what to do though. Thanks! Nan
Dear Jennine,
Spot on dialogue. Hope they find where they're going. No doubt the meeting with their grandfather could be another story. Well done.
shalom,
Rochelle
A great dialogue and contrast between the sister and the grandfather - what they hold important is definitely not going to be the same thing!
What, no Like button? OK then no Like!
But still ...
Tay.
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