Tuesday Tales: Writing Window

Window2-8-2016Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their WIPs based on word and picture prompts. Today we write from a photograph of a window. The snippet is from a paranormal vintage romance set in the 1950s featuring Hannah Ross as a young woman set on renovating a 1920s hotel. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

The scent of jasmine tickled her nostrils like a delicate half-forgotten memory. She glanced around, expecting to see Miss Mabel or another of the ladies fluttering a lace-trimmed handkerchief. Then came the music. A few tinkling notes from somewhere above, as if to entice. She grabbed a handful of curls and pulled, forcing the blood back to her scalp. An irritated hiss escaped her lips. For Pete’s sake. It wasn’t as if there was anything to be afraid of. If some hobo was camping in her attic, she was quite sure he wouldn’t be slathering on expensive feminine perfume. Brandishing her dust cloth like the sword of Ivanhoe, she hurried past the small sitting room and around the half wall separating it from the alcove.

She peered up. The stairs leading to the attic were steep and cramped, as if to keep out a Nosy Nelly like herself. Could she be deemed that, with such a high stake in the place? Surely not. She had all the right in the world to explore every square inch. She crept upward, testing each step before exerting her weight. Reaching the landing, she gasped in disbelief at the array of furniture and boxes. What in the world was all this stuff and why had Roscoe Wyver left it here?

Music tinkled, muffled but louder than before. The jasmine fragrance was stronger, too. Stepping carefully through a maze of boxes and clutter, she made her way toward a set of small wooden shutters. A breath of fresh air was just what she needed right now. She didn’t remember seeing a gothic shaped window anywhere on the hotel, but her directions were disoriented at the moment. Maybe it was obscured from outside or a faux window, though why would you have one in an attic? Tuesday Tales

I hope you enjoyed this scene using a photo of this interesting window. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Romance

18 thoughts on “Tuesday Tales: Writing Window

  1. carmens007

    Awesome!
    Jasmine and lavender are my favorite scents. What did she see? Will we find out? I’m sure this window is a portal to another universe.

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  2. Mae Clair

    I love stories with old hotels. In fact, I’m reading one right now. And attics are just so….well, creepy, LOL (or at least they can be). I love the premise, Flossie, and look forward to seeing more of this one. Wonderful excerpt!

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  3. Daisy Banks

    I enjoyed the way the tension built in this, Flossie. The fragrances are pleasant but the whole piece had an air of creepiness that I loved. I’ll look forward to discovering what happens next.

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