Challenge Three: Oktoberfest

[redvelvetcanopy]

Remnants of Bygone Eras

The last weekend of October, several years ago, a young woman checked into my small bed-and-breakfast. I was busy preparing for visitors coming out to see the end of fall’s colors.

Jennifer Regent Brown, she signed the register. She wore an old-fashioned, high-necked, white blouse with a long, black skirt and spoke with

Comments

[gelsey]

Ahhh, RVC, this was a delightful, spooky-sweet little piece and I adore it. Very, very good job :)

(Side note: Must find fall/autumn icons. Yes, must)

[redvelvetcanopy]

Thank you! I'm sure there are lots of ghost stories like it, but it popped into my head one day during my commute.

(I would love to see you submit something, dear flister! *waggles eyebrows*)

[gelsey]

I'm going to try to write something this week. I've been wanting to but nothing has been coming to me for awhile. I'm hoping that will change!

[redvelvetcanopy]

Hmm. You do werewolves and vampires really well. not to stroke your ego or anything

[authoress_susan]

Oh, lovely imagery. I think I'd not disturb the poor woman either. *sniff*

[redvelvetcanopy]

In my mind, she lived in that old Victorian a long time ago and lost her first baby there. *sniff* She's rocking her now, though, and they're together for eternity.

[authoress_susan]

Oh, that completely comes across, RVC. *nods*

[cotidiana]

Well-constructed narrative. Brava. Great plot.

[redvelvetcanopy]

Thank you!

[mr_lexington]

If I may (and I am quite new here), let me add to the compliments. The sense of some attachment to the ghost, perhaps even against the manager's will, is beautiful.

[redvelvetcanopy]

Thank you--I appreciate your kind words.

And, welcome!