Rhiannon’s car hit a dip as it rattled into the parking lot of the Nugget. A rosary swayed from the rear view mirror and a mess of ink pens clattered into the far corner of the dash. She shifted into park and the little motor petered out. The trip back to town was a necessity because her final bill with the motel had to be settled… Haggled over was more like it, as the clerk, bane of her existence for the past month, invented charges for a cigarette burn that had been in the carpet since 1975.
Blistering argument over, she now needed food.
The slayer climbed out of her seat and the foam inside its ruptured upholstery emitted a sigh. She slammed the door with her hip. Loose gravel shifted under her boots as she fiddled with her key ring and made her way into the diner. She was recognized by a sleepy strawberry blonde who slouched behind the counter. “You want your usual?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Rhiannon kept working at the key ring as she walked to her favorite table on autopilot. If his shoe hadn’t jutted into her field of vision, she might have sat down across from the man like they were old friends having a beer. She pulled up short. “Oh. Shit, sorry. Didn’t—yeah. ”
Rhiannon blinked and turned away with a puckered mouth.
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on 2013-09-10 01:23 am (UTC)Blistering argument over, she now needed food.
The slayer climbed out of her seat and the foam inside its ruptured upholstery emitted a sigh. She slammed the door with her hip. Loose gravel shifted under her boots as she fiddled with her key ring and made her way into the diner. She was recognized by a sleepy strawberry blonde who slouched behind the counter. “You want your usual?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Rhiannon kept working at the key ring as she walked to her favorite table on autopilot. If his shoe hadn’t jutted into her field of vision, she might have sat down across from the man like they were old friends having a beer. She pulled up short. “Oh. Shit, sorry. Didn’t—yeah. ”
Rhiannon blinked and turned away with a puckered mouth.