So, let's do a quick writing exercise and get those creative juices flowing. Although, plenty of people are doing NaNoWriMo, those folks most likely do not need an exercise.
Words: Star, inn, adventure, buy
In the gift shop window of The
Grand Inn, the sparkling crystal star on top of the Christmas tree winked,
inviting me in on an adventure to buy it. The Grand Inn could have been named
The Exclusive Inn since anyone staying there had to have gobs of money. And not
just gobs, but bags loaded with gobs.
Shivering and staring brought
me no closer to going in to check the price. Out of the corner of my eye, a
bright red jacket approached and stood next to me.
“Beautiful tree, ain’t she?”
the man said.
“Yup.” I wasn’t sure about conversing
with a stranger. But it was a Christmas tree. “The star is the best part
though.”
“A gift for someone?”
A sigh slipped out.
“I see,” he said.
I finally looked at him, and
if he didn’t look like Santa himself. The man chuckled. I tried to break my
gaze.
He shrugged one shoulder. “Why
not take a look inside. Can’t hurt.”
The glittering star got my
full attention again. “Maybe.” The man was gone. No red jacket appeared anywhere
up and down the sidewalk. I straightened up. The door jingled as I went inside. Heat enveloped me and I shivered once more. A good shiver this time.
I chewed my lip walking right
to the tree. The price tag hung down enough that I could read it. Maybe I could
buy it! But how did he know?
A whiny voice made me jump. “Can
I help you?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’d like to see
the star please.”
She snorted. “Where are your
parents?”
“At home,” I lied.
“Come back with them and you
can see the star together, okay sweetie?”
The urge to kick her in the
shin then run away was really strong. I glared at her and stomped out.
Deflated, I leaned against the
building. A spot of red caught my eye and I glanced up. The Santa man grinned
and winked. Just like the star. I smiled back, he nodded and disappeared.
