I'm a little slow this week, but I made it! If you celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope your day was lovely. Now, for the WIP:
The transcription:
I’m Johanna Rothman, and this is 60 Seconds of Johanna’s WIP for November 24, 2023, where I read an excerpt of just a minute of some writing in progress.
This excerpt is from a short story I started this morning, tentatively titled, Nana Nerds.
The Boston Public Garden was shrouded in early morning April fog, the kind of fog that could hide anyone. Esther Block, aka Nana Esther, wore her gray fleece pants under her long black down winter coat. She’d worn her black fleece hat—no pop of color for her today. Even her boots were charcoal gray.
Her clothing matched her mood.
Over the past two weeks, someone—or likely several someones—had somehow made ten girls disappear from the Public Garden. The city had installed more cameras after the first week. And somehow, those cameras malfunctioned when another girl was stolen.
It was time for the Nana Nerds to stop the stealing and rescue the girls.
That’s why she sat on a cold bench, almost invisible. Besides, no one noticed old ladies. Almost anywhere. Especially not on a bench in the public garden. Not even when those old ladies looked at their phones or tablets instead of feeding ducks.