Began writing tonight, here's what i'm thinking as a set up for the first story with Onnie. I don't want to spend too much time with her in LA, I really want to get right into it with her once she gets to her grandfather's shop in Seattle. Anyway, here's the first draft, rough and unedited. Enjoy!
The sun rose across the water and Connie sat atop a low stone wall watching the tides change. Today was the day, she was packed and her car was filled with only the stuff she couldn't live without. It was time for her to leave Los Angeles for good and part of her would miss it, mostly the heat but that was something right? I mean who could miss the snarky, pretentious plastic people that also called it home? It was a wasteland where everyone was constantly judging others by everything from who they wore to which celebrities lived next door to them but it was her home and it was all she knew, some part of her would miss it she supposed.
Picking up a handful of sand, she ran it through her fingers.When her grandfather had called and asked her to move to Seattle to help him run his bookshop she couldn't pass up the chance. Her mother had told her stories of his shop from when she was a kid. The endless rows of hard covered classics, the leather bound and hand painted copies of the word's religious texts and seemingly every paperback novel in history. She had told him yes right then, quit her job and called her mom in Maine to tell her the good news. Her mom being her mom had congratulated her, opened a bottle of wine and they sat for the next 3 hours drinking and sharing their latest book club finds in another one of their long distance girls nights. She missed her mom, it really had been too long, maybe she'd try to get out to visiting her mom soon, surely grandpa would give her vacation time to see her family.
Connie stood, stretched and picked up the ancient book laying on her jacket beside her. Yawning, she straightened out and slung her bag over her shoulder as a page from her book fluttered to the ground. Bending over to pickup the sheet her eyes skimmed the first few lines.
"I've been so many people since breakfast I'm not sure who I am any more."
Sighing she dropped her arm to her side rubbing her neck and looking up at the sky, "Yeah you and me both Alice, you and me both."
A Cake song started playing and Connie reached into her bag and pulled out her cellphone, sliding the unlock screen and answering it in one quick motion.
"Hi mom. Yeah I'm up, just walking to Janice now, she's fully lock and loaded, we are ready to head out. You have time to chat while I drive?"
With one last look towards the water Connie slipped the look book page into the front cover and walked to the filled Jetta parked along the cliff.