They moved their meeting to the living room after dinner. They had finished the first bottle of wine and were well into their second. Hal had an amazing way of drawing her into a story, she could tell that he was a skilled journalist.
“Have you ever thought of writing a novel?” She was full and relaxed and finely in no hurry to go anywhere, just exchange ideas with a fellow writer.
“I have one in the works.”
They sat across from each other in what appeared to be recently excavated seating. The area around the fireplace was also cleared and a roaring blaze cast shadows off the books onto the tin ceiling above.
“Really! What’s the story line?” She sat up ready to be entertained.
“A work in progress, sort of pieces of a story really. Have you ever written one?” He solemnly watched a l
