It had been raining heavily when I entered the shop; the sun was breaking through when I left a short time later, with my new find wrapped in waxed paper and clutched close to my body.  It had been a chance find, I hadn’t even been thinking of looking for something like this, hadn’t even realised I needed it.  When I had caught sight of it in the shop window; I knew I must have it.

The shopkeeper had looked up as though he was expecting me, in spite of the weather.  My arrival was announced by the chiming of bells, an old-fashioned touch.  Looking around the shop I realised it was in keeping with the rest of the shop’s décor; the antique till resting on the glass case of the display counter, the glass of which seemed unmarked by either time or dust.  The whole place seemed to be a remnant of the past; restored to former glory by care and attention to detail, making the softly lit boutique the perfect display for the many treasures it housed. 

Taking not centre-stage, but adorning one corner of the window display, the item, which had caught my eye as I had taken pause from my hurried trudge through the rain, rested on velvet.

With the parcel close to my body, I hurried home once more, barely noticing the puddles I splashed through, or the warmth of the sun that hastened to dry them.

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A horror writer heads off to an isolated hotel to try and work on her creative block. The hotel has a grisly history and so it seems does the typewriter...

This is the opening to my attempt for this year's NaNoWriMo....as you can see from the title.

One day in and I'm a little ahead of target and glad I stuck to my original idea - good luck to everyone else participating :)

updated Nov 1 '09 by LaineySummers