Nanowrimo Bits - 11/1/19 (Patreon)

  A snippet of my Nano writings from today:

“Look there, Flannery. We’re almost there. You can see Effingbridge just ahead.” 

Flannery turned, cursing under her breath as she pushed back her hair, and looked out the front window. Just ahead, teetering on the edge of an expanse of blue-grey sea, was a sleepy looking little town. It looked like a pastel rainbow of painted wood and white bricks; a storybook village isolated by a dark forest of pines and maples. 

“It’s pretty,” Flannery admitted. She pawed at the backpack tucked between her knees. “Can we pull over here?”

Adam glanced at her, a frown on his face. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Flannery assured him, pulling out her camera. “I just want a shot of this.” 

Adam let out a guffaw.  “Oh! Sure thing, kiddo. Don’t let the constable know I did this. I’ll get in a lot of trouble with the state troopers if he finds out.” 

He pulled over, just barely off the actual road, and let Flannery step out for a few shots. Flannery hemmed and hawed as the shutter clicked with each photo taken. Without warning, she climbed up into the bed of the truck, leaning against the roof of the cab for a better angle. Yeah. That was it. 

“Satisfied?” Adam called as the truck bounced with her descent from the bed. 

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll let granny see these when we get into town. Bet she’ll like ‘em?”

“Knowing your granny, she’ll like any photo you take,” Adam assured her. “That’s a pretty fancy camera. Is photography your hobby?”

“Well, I’d like to make it a career, but for now, yeah,” Flannery said, flipping through her shots on the camera’s display. Satisfied, she tucked her camera back into her bag. 

“Oh, that’d be nice,” Adam said, and Flannery was surprised that he seemed genuine about it. The only other person who seemed genuinely excited about the idea of her pursuing photography as a career was her art teacher. Bless that woman and her hippy zaniness. Flannery was going to miss her.