All I have to establish in this story is that she entertains the idea of staying here and that she has identified the hotel manager and police woman as worthy of more of her attention than others in the town, and more than she would usually give.
She will have the moment of enjoying being hit on, she likes short flings, then realising that because she’s staying in town and now his boss, it’s not a good idea to pursue it further. This whole story will take place over a week or so, two weeks maximum so they can’t get into a relationship.
The Police Woman and Protagonist will become friends and the Protagonist will be welcomed into their family. This family are the opposite of the family the Protagonist grew up in, open, affectionate, stable, share emotions, no secrets.
Another option I thought of was to have the ghost of the mother tell the protagonist her story. Scenes where the mother appears as the protagonist explores the town, the hotel, investigates the death.
Joy complains a lot, Lisa wants to find the label for this distance between her name and her predominant character trait.
‘Much better, relieved. A little guilty, but I’ll get over that’ she hears the determination in her voice. Lisa realises the heaviness in her heart as gone, and so has the nausea.
Finally Lisa breaks the silence “I remember a time, years ago, I might even still have been in high school, when I decided to be the helpful one. The one that is practical, organised, fixes things. I thought people would love me for it.”
“I can feel it in my belly, and it really does feel like something in my heart, in my chest. Christ it’s not a heart attack is it?”
She stands outside the front door, listening to the familiar voices inside before she knocks. It’s like time travel to Emma. She’s never been to this house, but voices she hears inside, all of them together, send her back 20 years. Emma left home when she was 21 years old, and is standing on her … Continue reading Day 35 – Opening scene
The medical investigation began and Judy was diagnosed with a rare and terminal cancer, she would not live to see Anna’s 15th birthday.