The Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop is a weekly event in which writers are invited to share eight sentences from one of their works for other writers, readers and random bloggers to read, critique and comment on. Visit their site by clicking on the button below for a list of other participating writers and share the love! Today’s 8 comes from Pool (working title and subject to change), shortly after the heroine and her friends arrive in town and just before they make the last drive up to see the land she’s inherited. They hae stopped in a small store and are met by some ‘northern hospitality’. Hope you enjoy! Also, I am on the road again, so if I’m not good at answering comments, it’s not because I don’t love you, just because I’m not there.
“Something wrong with the place?” asked Kyson calmly.
The man’s answer was a disgusted sidelong glance and then he turned away and walked back into his office. After a moment, the woman followed him. The little girl started sweeping again.
“Great,” said John, “it’s haunted. We’ll probably be up there with the ghost of Gold Dust Dan or some damn thing, dodging pickaxes and runaway carts full of rock, listening for drums, drums in the deep.”
Norah hushed him worriedly, since that was definitely the sort of thing which qualified as humming the banjo theme from Deliverance at people. She wasn’t afraid of ghosts.