Archive for May, 2011

May 20th, 2011


by Lucy Camputaro, Learner, Writing Workshops

Running her hands through a mass of tangled curls, Shannon sighed as she strode through the damask clad lobby of the motel. Having tucked Penelope, her 1969 Dodge Charger, in for the night, Shannon still had 425 raw horse power humming in her veins, fueling her anger as she approached the night manager. “Excuse me, can you help me?”

“Well hello there pretty lady, what can I do ya for?”

“I need towels. There weren’t any in the bathroom, or anywhere else in my room, for that matter.” She’d been up for more than forty eight hours, driving non-stop. All she wanted was a hot shower and eight hours of solid sleep. Was that too much to ask?

“Are ya sure? Did ya check the closet?”

She placed her hands flat on the reservation counter, and leaned forward. “Like I said, there are no towels.” Over the edge, she glimpsed a crimson stained figure lying at the night manager’s feet.

“I can come to your room to double check?”

Shannon stepped back from counter, fingers sticky from some foreign residue on its surface. “No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll come back in the morning.”

A deafening sound filled the air. She felt a cool surface on the side of her face. Stunned, an unbearable pain spread through her chest, before she was finally overcome with exhaustion.

About Lucy Camputaro:

Driven by an addictive personality, story-telling is the new drug Lucy cannot live without. When not strung out on prose, you can find her at a local gallery or in the classroom teaching visual arts and photography.

This text was a class exercise to dramatize a scene based on the following sentence:

‘Shannon complained to the hotel manager about the dirty room, but he was not the least bit helpful’

Lucy’s piece was written for Ann Ireland’s online workshop introducing short fiction writing: ‘Short Fiction Writing – Level I’ (CWWR 410).