May 13th, Descriptions

     Today's prompt was for descriptive writing.  Lexy found herself in a situation that works well for this prompt, so here it is.  This is an excerpt from a work in progress.

     Lexy looked around at her temporary home, a small bedroom at a motel located in the back of beyond twenty-five miles out of town.  She parked the sixty-six Buick Lesabre and made her way into the front office of the motel.  On entering the building, she gave an involuntary shudder at the décor.  Retro Nineteen fifties if she wasn’t mistaken.

     She made her way over to the counter, trying to portray that she was nervous, her voice little more than a whisper as she said,  “I…I need a room for the night, please.”

     The big, burly man behind the counter was wearing a wife-beater T-shirt and plaid shorts, his hairy chest and arms visible as he pushed the sign-in book her way as he gruffly said, “I need some I.D. and cash payment in advance.”

    Lexy opened her purse and pulled out a couple of twenties.  “Will that be enough?”

     He looked at the money on the counter and gave a brisk nod.  “That will get you two nights.  If you intend staying longer, you’ll need to add to it tomorrow night.”

     Lexy nodded her head.  “Okay.  Thank you.” 

     She accepted the skeleton key that was placed on the counter.

     The man grinned, his tobacco stained teeth prominent.  “Cabin’s down the lane about half a mile.  The name is Steele.  Josiah Steele and if you need anything, just dial zero on your phone.”

     Lexy had practiced her shy smile for hours in front of the mirror and knew just what movements of her face were needed to portray it.  She made those movements now and let her mind remember the time she’d been humiliated by her fiancé.  She needed the pink that she’d known would come to her cheeks by remembering him and what had happened. 

     Lowering her eyes to give the impression of innocence, she said, “Thank you.  I’ll remember.”  She turned and walked back out of the door. 

     The cabin was easy to find.  She parked in front of it and then got her bag out of the back before making her way inside.  When Josiah said cabin, he wasn’t kidding.  She felt like she’d gone back in time to the late eighteen hundreds when people were building log cabins in which to live.  Her expression tightened at the thought that this better not take more than two nights to finish or she was going to go nuts trapped in this log prison.

     The skeleton key opened the lock and when she opened the door, another shudder wracked her small frame.  Great!  All things she hated with a passion.  Reluctantly, she entered the cabin and lit the kerosene lamp on the table.  Twenty dollars a night didn’t get you much nowadays. 

     Lexy looked disparagingly around the room.  The furnishings looked like they’d come from the same period as the cabin.  A wooden rocking chair, table, two chairs, and a wood-framed bed with what looked like animal pelts as a mattress.  Her hands clenched as she fumed at the situation she was in.  This was the only way though.  No one ever came to this motel, and now that she’d seen this, she knew the reason for that.  She set her bag on the table and decided to get her revenge over with so she could get the hell out of here and move on.