The restaurant had alternating yellow, blue, and green tablecloths, except for the booths that lined the walls of the diner. These booths had no tablecloths, but what they did have was occupants. It was as if the gaudy tablecloths repelled customers, except for two unfortunate families who could not find an available booth.That's all you get, for now! What do you think?
Noise from the chattering patrons and the clattering kitchen, created an incoherent babbling with the occasional shout of a child carried above the rest.
The walls were decorated with paintings of flamenco dancers, mariachi players, and old Mexico streets from the 20th century on earth. Ponchos and garish sombreros also squeezed into this decor, between the paintings.
The smells of tacos and chili made Lavender's mouth water. She and Damian sat across from each other in a corner and at one of the booths. They had been waiting for awhile, and in a low intestinal groan, Lavender felt her stomach begging for food.
Damian leaned forward, "I don't like this place. If there's trouble, then we're boxed in... ."
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Tennis Tuesday / Teaser Tuesday
Today is Tennis Tuesday, so we went to the park to play some tennis. Today also seemed to be a productive day on the writing front. Because I'm in a good mood, I've decided to share a preview of what I'm writing for the sequel to "Assassin Marked," which I may or may not use.
After a late night of last minute editing and fussing with Amazon Direct Publishing, my first short story is published. Assassin Marked ...