But others have it much, much worse, so am sending my best to all those who’ve suffered as a result of those storms.
Today’s blurb has 150 words.
Lunden Tate was in trouble. At 18, she’d crossed the country in order to follow a man who promised to make her a famous model. Now here she was with nothing.
Miss Florence Nabbity of Wildwood Bed and Breakfast had a place for her to live and work…if Lunden could stand to live in the middle of nowhere with a woman in her sixties. Lunden had been searching for excitement. What on earth did she have in common with this woman?
Not much, it turned out. Because Miss Nabbity’s life had been far beyond anything Lunden ever could have imagined. She began looking forward to her afternoon tea with Miss Nabbity.
“Is this you in the picture, Miss Nabbity? Dancing topless?”
“Well…yes, sweetie,” she shrugged, sipping her Pomegranate Antioxidant. “I never should have done that.”
“Taken your shirt off?”
“No, dropped that much acid. But that’s how Woodstock was….”