We’re all drawn to certain places. If you had the power to get somewhere — anywhere — where would you go right now? For your twist, focus on building a setting description.
They drove past the old iron bridge across Little River on what once was the only route to Idabel; or at least that’s what her mother had always told her the few times they had traveled this narrow, curvy, back road. She tried to remember if she had been in such a hurry when she was twenty-five. The fact that Jill lived on this antique highway, which meant she drove it at least twice a day, made her uneasy.
“Please slow down, this road is so dangerous.”
Her interview wasn’t until nine and they still had plenty of time. She felt her stomach rise and fall every time they flew over a hill, just as it did when she was a little girl. She thought it funny that Jill knew this road better than she ever had and felt regret that she hadn’t spent more time here with her.
“O M G! I’m not going that fast Mom” Jill laughed “Jeez! Did you ever tell him that you don’t have a car?”
No, she hadn’t told him and her nerves were frazzled. Why would the man want to hire her if she didn’t have a car? “I will address that if he offers me the job. Anyway, I will be living on the property.”
She was sick with worry, it felt crazy to be trying to get a job without a car. She hoped it didn’t come up. This was her dream job and she wanted it badly.
“We must have passed it, he said it was between the river and the by-pass.” She leaned forward to get a better look, “turn around and go slower.”
Jill turned around on a dirt road leading to a small neighborhood and started slowly back toward the river. Other than the old ball field close to the intersection and a few houses, there seemed to be nothing but woods and pasture.
“He said you could see it from the road. That’s about the only details I have.” Back at the bridge, they turned around at the little park nestled in the trees right on the edge of the river. If the place looked anything like this, she knew she would love it. “Oh, and it will be on the left.”
“Are you sure about your directions, Mom? I don’t see anything but trees and a brick house up on a hill!”
“Look!” She had spotted a mostly glass, with cedar trim, building peeking out of the trees high on the hill. “That has to be it! Probably the back of it, it’s the only thing I’ve seen that looks even remotely like a cabin or a lodge.”
“How do you get to it, I wonder?” Jill slowed down, smiling at the relief on her mother’s face, “I don’t see a driveway anywhere.”
She inched along so she didn’t miss an entrance unseen the first time. “It must be where we turned around, maybe down the road a little.”
Just around the curve, on the left, the woods cut off abruptly at the edge of a giant grassy lawn with a stark, red brick house at the top of the hill. The yard inhabited a large beautiful catalpa tree, a scraggly elm, and a bare magnolia.
They continued down the dirt road past the brick house, into what looked like a trashy neighborhood. Several small houses in need of paint and an old trailer house with no underpinning lined the right side of the road. Each residence had two or three junk cars, a homemade shed, and various repair projects scattered around the yard.