Welcome to this week’s WIPpet Wednesday. (Is that enough alliteration for you?!) For my contribution this week, I thought I’d share with you just over 24 lines from chapter 7 (because it makes more sense that way) of my current WIP Reunion.
This excerpt follows on from the previous two weeks because it’s simpler and I’m feeling lazy! At this point in the story Anna and Melissa have arrived back from their trip to London at Warston station (Warston being their home city). Enjoy!
Anna almost regretted not having more time to think. The two friends grabbed their mini suitcases from the shelf above their seats and alighted from the train. Anna’s suitcase seemed a lot heavier for some reason, but it was probably just fatigue. She paused for a moment on the platform taking a deep breath, as if something nerve wracking was going to happen that she couldn’t control.
Don’t be daft, she told herself, you’ll be at home soon and everything will be fine. But she couldn’t shake the feeling as she ran to catch up with Melissa who was charging towards the exit with her suitcase trailing noisily after her. They exited the train station. Anna breathed out slowly. The early evening sun was hazy but at least it was there. And taxis were always in plentiful supply at Warston station. She was happy to pay for one. Home was calling.
A short while later the large black London-style cab was pulling up outside Anna’s front door. She handed the driver his money and she and Melissa clambered inelegantly out of the cab and onto the pavement, heaving their luggage with them.
‘Boy am I glad to be home,’ Anna half said, half groaned as she reached the front door, fumbling around in her too-large handbag for her house keys.
‘Me too.’ Melissa let out a huge sigh as the two friends almost tumbled through the door in their eagerness to be at home. They left their suitcases marooned in the hallway and headed straight for the kitchen.
‘Coffee?’ Melissa asked.
‘Definitely,’ Anna replied, feeling lethargy enveloping her. She left Melissa to make the drinks and made for the living room, collapsing onto the sofa and closing her eyes. She didn’t want to think about the trip to London, at least for the moment. As she began to feel herself drift off, Peter’s face swam into her inner vision unbidden.
‘Here you go.’ Melissa’s voice broke into her thoughts.
If you would like to take part in WIPpet Wednesday, simply post an excerpt of whatever you’re currently working on writing-wise that somehow relates to the date. So I’ve gone for 24 lines (approximately) from chapter 7, it being the 24th July today. But you can get creative – it could be: 2 + 4 = 6 + 7 = 13 lines. (Now why didn’t I think of that for my extract?!).