The Florence Park Motel was an anachronism where the old highway gave out into timber.
So artfully subtle.
Blue eyes, no name. Who’s chopping the wood Gan? Love my weekly dark room visits x
Just a man haunting a motel, you’re always welcome
Your writing opens doors to other worlds. I felt entirely immersed in this. Wonderful!
You have a great name miss Nora
Thanks so much!
I know this place , only through your writing . But , it’s a place I’ve been mulling over in my mind for months - great writing - even better connection
It is haunting in every sense
This is highly atmospheric and somewhat unsettling. Great job!
thank you
That was superb. Nicely written and creates an atmosphere in which you really feel immersed, even just a short way in. Great stuff.
good to have you
Very well written and atmospheric. Loved it.
hope you make yourself at home, look in on the others
So artfully subtle.
Blue eyes, no name. Who’s chopping the wood Gan? Love my weekly dark room visits x
Just a man haunting a motel, you’re always welcome
Your writing opens doors to other worlds. I felt entirely immersed in this. Wonderful!
You have a great name miss Nora
Thanks so much!
I know this place , only through your writing . But , it’s a place I’ve been mulling over in my mind for months - great writing - even better connection
It is haunting in every sense
This is highly atmospheric and somewhat unsettling. Great job!
thank you
That was superb. Nicely written and creates an atmosphere in which you really feel immersed, even just a short way in. Great stuff.
good to have you
Very well written and atmospheric. Loved it.
hope you make yourself at home, look in on the others