Here's installment one of my serialized short story 'Magazine Launch'.
And here's installment two...
Magazine Launch (continued)
The inn
was just as I’d pictured it—hidden away on a quiet street. The gold handled
door was flanked on both sides by fragrant rose bushes. The interior was a
blend of burgundy and gold. I flowed past an oval table that was covered by a
white lace tablecloth and held a vase of pink teacup roses.
The well-groomed man behind the counter smiled at us. “Good evening,” he said. “Welcome to the Rosewood Inn. How may I be of service?”
I stepped behind Byron; Byron stepped behind me. Our waltz ended with me in front.
“Good evening.” I flipped open the folder and the contents fell to the floor. I squatted down to collect the pages. “Somewhere in all this mess is a…a…” I giggled nervously.
Byron found the reservation, handed it to me and took the folder.
I looked up. The man was leaning on the counter and peering down at me. He was trying to hide a grin—but not doing a very good job.
I stood up; the man leaned away from the counter and went to his computer. After clicking a few keys, he led us to our room. It was so beautiful—delicate print wallpaper, wainscoting, French doors opening to a small balcony, King sized bed draped by a duvet that matched the wallpaper. I wanted to live there forever.
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