Rose Metting
Joined February 2021
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Curious Artist & Storyteller
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The Artist Retreat
The air smelled of old wood and sea salt. It was a welcome smell, after driving forever on 101, cooped up in her stuffy Toyota. Marabel heaved her bags onto the bed and looked around. The cabin was small and sparse, with just a few tasteful details. A framed photo of the Astoria bridge, a mid-century yellow lamp. Sheer lace curtains in the kitchenette, a view of pine trees beyond. She had booked this place months ago, not entirely sure if she could fit an artist retreat into her budget, but giddy nevertheless. She told herself she would find a way to cover the $500 it cost to stay here for a week. Maybe work extra shifts at the cafe. She had to do this.
By Rose Metting3 years ago in Journal