I was feeling ill last night so I laid in bed watching Vin play a video game, but I was antsy. So I picked up my cell phone and started to write. Here's what I came up with (no proof read and bound to be filled with auto correct funnies) I love my iPhone.
Onnie stopped on the sidewalk and looked up at the worn wooden sign. Smiling to herself she hiked her messanger bag higher on her shoulder lifted her head to the sky. It was a pale shade of grey blue and a light fog seemed to be following her down the street. Seattle was cold green and wet the exact opposite of LA and that's why in the 24 hours that shed been in Seattle she had done nothing but be outside.
She had pulled into town the day before around three in the morning. Her appartments office hadn't been open so shed slept in her car for a few hours and then picked up her keys promptly at nine when the office opened. She had spent the next ten minutes putting her trip leftovers in her new fridge and throwing her hair in a finger combed bun and after a quick teeth brushing and Chapstick application she had her front for locked and hit the street. She had never been able to walk at home, everything was too spread out, but driving in, even at three am she had noted a few places she had wanted to see. After a very large cup of coffee from a local coffee shop and a cheese filled corsant from the bakery next door she spent the rest of her day and most of the evening exploring. It was nearly midnight when she skipped back up her front walk and into her apartment building.
Now standing In front of her family's legacy she was ready to explore another jewel her new life and new city had to offers. She took a deep breathe and headed into the bookshop in front of her.
"Grandpa! Grandpa I'm here!" Onnie called past the dim stacks of books lying on nearly every surface and open scrap of floor. Looking toward what looked to have been at one time a state of the art cash register complete with pull lever and chiming noises and was now nothing more than a relic stood a tall thin older woman smiling.
"Ah you must be Connie." She said with a pleasant smile.
"ah, onnie actually. And you are?"
"Oh!" The woman exclaimed stepping forward, "I'm Rebecca, your Grandfather's a dear friend of mine. I take care if the shop for him on his worse days. But you were bot supposed to be here for another two days, he will be so disappointed to have missed welcoming you home, and your first time meeting his shop too. Oh but listen to me prattle on, I swear an old woman like me, you give me one inch and I'll talk your ear off. Would you care for some tea? I was just about to put the kettle on?"
Onnie just stared at the woman with her jaw slightly open for another second before catching her rudeness and answering with a stuttering "yes please." The older woman, Rebecca, shook her head and scurried off into the back of the shop leaving Onnie to think about the whirlwind of information she just learned. Her grandfathers worse days? He had worse days, just how sick was he? Grandpa had mentioned that he was slowing down and he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to run the shop, that's why he had called her asking her if she wanted to move across the country. And another thing, what did Rebecca mean when she said he was happy she was home, she'd never been here before. Mom had moved before Onnie was born and never come back. She always said she had wanted to, "The bookshop is a magical place Onnie, you'd love it, you remind me a lot of it actually. " she always used totally as if the books hope were a living breathing entity not a store.
Rebecca returned carrying a serving set complete with small metal tongs and light purple sugar cubes.
"Here we are dear, let's sit over here, have a cup of tea and I'll catch you up. Then you can run to your grandfathers and you two can chat. I bet you have a lot of questions." Rebecca turned and walked towards another dark lit corner of the shop and disappeared behind a shelf filled with a ancient looking papers and scrolls. Onnie stared after the old woman and took a hesitant few steps forwards. Rounding the shelf the room opened up out into a quaint sitting area complete with mixed matched plush wing back chairs and an over sized ottoman.
And here's where I think I will go from there:
Next. They talk midway they are interrupted by Rebecca a excusing herself and helping a customer who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. A man asking in hushed tones after something specific. Rebecca assures him they dont have it an as he turns to leave he sees Onnie midway to sipping her tea. Their eyes lock and a silent charge in the air occurred. He shakes his head and leave. Rebecca smiles a small quick one and begins her conversation with Onnie again.