To celebrate the launch of my horror novel yesterday, I thought I’d share the first line (or several) of 7 Days in Hell for #FirstlineFriday.
Rain obscured the front windscreen as Irene nosed her battered red Renault Clio down the narrow country lane. She hunched her slender body over the steering wheel. Even with the wipers at full speed, she could hardly see where she was going.
“Are you sure this is the right turn?” she asked her twin sister, Vicky, who sat in the passenger seat.
“Yup, should be. Travel straight on the Knockpatrick road until you come to a crossroads. Turn right towards Basard, and at the next speed limit sign, turn immediately left. First gate on the left.” Vicky sounded bored, and Irene thought she was swiping her phone screen too often to be looking at the map.
“That’s what you said at the last turnoff.”
“Well, maybe if I’d been able to get a signal for the last twenty kilometers my directions would be better. Do you know how hard it is to navigate when the blue arrow has disappeared?”
In the backseat, Irene’s miniature schnauzer, Ronnie, sat up and whined.
“See, Ronnie thinks we’ve gone wrong again. She’s got a great sense of direction.”
“She’s a dog.” Vicky reached between the front seats and tickled the dog behind the ears. Ronnie’s hindleg scratched the seat in response.
“She was right about the last turn, wasn’t she?” “She isn’t right about this one though.” Vicky pointed out the water streaked window.