![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Snow
Starting Count: 0
Ending Count: 851
Difference: +851
Starting line: “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
Ending line: Shanna gave him a dubious look, then tossed her backpack on the bed in the guest room. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Darling: She pushed open the door and stepped back into her childhood. Everything was as she’d left it on that final day, from the stuffed unicorns on the twin beds to the dollhouse set up in the corner. The sheets on the beds were new, but other than that, the maids who they’d hired to keep the house clean had left everything alone. Even the mural on the wall that her mother had painted when she was pregnant was still vibrant: a life-sized rendering of Rabbit’s tree from Winnie-the-Pooh, with all the characters clustered around it. A small armchair with yet another stuffed unicorn on it was placed next to the wall; Shanna smiled as she remembered how many nights she had fallen asleep in that chair, snuggled up with a book or a kitten, or both, only to wake up as her father carried her to bed. –Those were the days…-
***
I hate this beginning, but it's a beginning. I'll futz with it later. This is the story for the Advent Calendar, so it WILL be better, but hell, it's a start. More tomorrow.
Starting Count: 0
Ending Count: 851
Difference: +851
Starting line: “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
Ending line: Shanna gave him a dubious look, then tossed her backpack on the bed in the guest room. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Darling: She pushed open the door and stepped back into her childhood. Everything was as she’d left it on that final day, from the stuffed unicorns on the twin beds to the dollhouse set up in the corner. The sheets on the beds were new, but other than that, the maids who they’d hired to keep the house clean had left everything alone. Even the mural on the wall that her mother had painted when she was pregnant was still vibrant: a life-sized rendering of Rabbit’s tree from Winnie-the-Pooh, with all the characters clustered around it. A small armchair with yet another stuffed unicorn on it was placed next to the wall; Shanna smiled as she remembered how many nights she had fallen asleep in that chair, snuggled up with a book or a kitten, or both, only to wake up as her father carried her to bed. –Those were the days…-
***
I hate this beginning, but it's a beginning. I'll futz with it later. This is the story for the Advent Calendar, so it WILL be better, but hell, it's a start. More tomorrow.
