We are less than three weeks away from the release of Gracie’s Song! I’m finding that the wait until drop day is one of the most exstressful times for me. No, that’s not a typo…that’s a made-up word that means exciting and stressful at the same time. Or, extra stressful if you read it that way. Both would be right. I am freaking out (in a good way) and so ready to get it out there, in large part because living in my self-made world of worry (it’s just what I do) is exhausting. So, as a way to ease into it, I’ve got a few hundred words for you all to enjoy. Check them out under the arrows!
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“YOU’RE IN ROOM 381.”
Gracie Brannen smiled politely as she reached out for the key. “Thank you.”
Brushing her hair behind her ear, she let her fingers run through the ends, which barely touched her shoulders. Her thick bangs were matted down by the baseball cap she had been wearing before she stepped into the hotel. She fluffed them, letting the air hit her forehead. It was hot for July. While summers in the south could be brutal, this one, especially unkind, seemed unrelenting.
The front desk clerk rambled on, but Gracie’s thoughts were elsewhere. She was back. After all these years she was finally back in Glenwood. She looked around the hotel lobby. It was clean, but that was about the only thing it had going for it. The colors were outdated. The lighting awful. But it was the cheapest place in town, and for now, it would do.
The clerk looked up from his computer for a moment, finally pausing after explaining every possible thing to do within a few miles from here. Gracie could have done the spiel herself, considering not much had changed in ten years.
“So, are you in town for business or pleasure?” he asked. Gracie eyed his nametag. Huck. How very Glenwood.
“Business,” Gracie replied. “Family business.”
“Ah,” Huck said, giving her a look like he knew what that meant. He didn’t.
“So, where am I?” she asked, changing the subject.
He leaned over the counter and pointed over her shoulder. “Just head down that hallway there. On the left, you’ll see stairs. On the right’s an elevator. Go up to the third floor and go down the hallway to your right.”
She gave him a half-smile and turned to go. She’d almost made it out of sight when she heard him call out to her.
“Let us know if we can help with anything—anything at all.”
She glanced back and nodded. “Of course. Thank you.”
“Oh, and welcome to Glenwood.”
She didn’t correct him.
As she headed up the stairs to her room, her legs began to ache from the long car ride. Somehow she’d managed to drive through the night, but she could feel herself hitting a wall. Not only did her legs feel like jelly, but her eyelids were drooping to the point that she thought she might not be able to read the room numbers on the doors she passed.
Arriving at room 381, she pushed the key card in and waited for the green blinking light. Nothing. She tried again, and this time she felt the heavy door push back against her as she leaned in to open it. She didn’t look around the room to check out what would be her new home for the next few days. She dropped her bag on the ground, placed her purse on the table in the corner, slipped off her shoes and sank onto the bed. It in no way resembled the plush beds found in more upscale venues. But, to Gracie, at the moment, it felt like heaven.
As she drifted off, her thoughts went back to the desk clerk’s last words to her. Welcome to Glenwood.
Yes, Gracie, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.