It’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors
Every Sunday, a clutch of writers post upon their blogs, 8-sentence snippets from their Writing Works in Progress.
There is much reading, commenting, sharing and getting to know one another. Also great writing. Click on the red square with the white feather and sword to see the list of blogs and perhaps add your blog’s name and join us in the fun. If you are, like me, a person who needs deadlines and feedback, this really helps.
Gretje’s family and Schulmeister Weissmann arrive in Prague after a long trip from Schwabstedt that has frayed many nerves.
Unable to sleep, Gretje wandered about what she still thought of as a house, even though it was three stories tall, filled with strangers and was called an Inn. She was surprised to see a young man at the front desk rather than the older man who had been there when they arrived in late afternoon.
The young man raised his head and smiled as Gretje walked down the curving stairs and up to the desk.
“I am Nandor Bajcs, how can I be of service, Fraulein?”
She..looked down into the deepest brown pools she had ever encountered in a person’s eyes. Hounds and cows had such brown eyes, but most of her kinsmen and neighbors had blue eyes, with a scattering of green, bluish green with spots of brown, and rarely hazel eyes.
Then he blinked and she saw the thick eyelashes, so long that they curled back onto his eyelids, her breath came short and she couldn’t trust herself not to look too long at the curly black hair that covered his head and arms and curled tantalizingly out over the top button of his shirt.
“Might I bother you for some warm milk, Herr Bajcs?