tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post4109243653359846388..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: Sally’s Story (or, Growing up in the Saloon)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-69226402645995895562013-05-09T20:00:19.007-04:002013-05-09T20:00:19.007-04:00Oh, I love this! Great intro!
Yes, absolutely - I ...Oh, I love this! Great intro!<br />Yes, absolutely - I really wrote that for you (and anyone else), because Sally was bugging me to tell her story, as my characters so often do! *wry grin*Margaret S. McGrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301618521427459626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-73693164240122001462013-05-09T19:31:12.213-04:002013-05-09T19:31:12.213-04:00I love Sally's voice! And I'm quite worri...I love Sally's voice! And I'm quite worried about her Dad...Annenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-19800289611081504442013-05-09T19:28:15.432-04:002013-05-09T19:28:15.432-04:00Prompt: Growing up in the Saloon
Derrik ducked ...Prompt: Growing up in the Saloon<br /><br /> <br />Derrik ducked under the counter--he was just tall enough to have to duck since last summer--and ran to the door. The black-clad rider pushed open the door and paused.<br /> <br />"Table, sir?" Derrik said. "Or do you need a room?"<br /> <br />"You're awfully young to be proprietor here," the rider said in a surprisingly feminine voice.<br /> <br />"Not propre...prop...the owner, sir," Derrik said, deciding to stick to 'sir' until corrected. "That's my Da."<br /> <br />"Your Da, huh?" There was a strange lilt the tone that Derrik did not quite understand. "I think I'll start with a table."<br /> <br />"This way, sir." Derrik headed to one of the empty tables and pulled out a chair for the rider. "Would you be wanting food, or just ale to start?"<br /> <br />"Ale, plus whatever food this gets me," the rider said and slid two coins onto the table.<br /> <br />Derrik lifted the coins. He had never seen ones like them--twice as thick as normal. "I'll be back with the ale right away." He trotted back to the bar and ducked under the counter, then rounded the corner to the kitchen. "One ale. And he...she...he wants whatever food this buys." He held out the coins.<br /> <br />His father stood from where he was just finishing lunch. He took a coin and stared at it. "Where did you get these?" <br /> <br /><br />Time writing: a very interrupted 55 minutes<br /><br />I saw that yours was a specific character, so I took the latter part of the prompt and went with it--hope that's okay!<br />Annenoreply@blogger.com