The bells on the door tinkled; Beaufort looked up from placing flowers in the vases on the counter.
“Well dear, what took you so long?”
Relief flooded through CiCi as she realized that in what would prove to be the hardest thing she had ever done in her life, she would at least have one ally.
“I want to find my father.”
“Don’t just stand by the door there, come sit down. I figured you’d be finding your way back here soon enough.” He placed a stack of old newspaper clippings on the counter. “Now I know why I kept these.”
I’ve been writing a disjointed story/treatment for a novel/short story – in the form of responses to the perfect and fantabulous prompt – 100 word song – hosted by my most crazy musical brother in arms Lance from My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. The only rule? Your post must be 100 words. You think it’s easy, huh? I dare you to try it. 100. Not 93. Actually, I don’t dare you – I invite you.
We have been following the story of CiCi; after being summoned to New Orleans by an attorney, she discovers that she has an Aunt Lu she never knew, and this aunt has left her all of her worldly possessions. As she follows the trail of lovingly worn old photos, perfectly preserved letters and a sweet old man named Beaufort, she discovers that Lu is actually her mother and her grandfather wished she never existed. It sounds like a soap opera, I know. But it really is so much more. For part one read here. And for our last installment, read here.
This week’s song is The National – Graceless
Jen Kehl 
I love that I pictured the scene right away…a perfect spot for such a pinnacle decision to find out who her father is.
This is great. Really.
Thanks Kimberly! I think its gaining momentum. Well, I hope.
Like! Especially the details! 🙂
Thank you Natalie!
The pacing is great and you really set up the next 100 for And She Was (posted yesterday).
I love those last two sentences