This is the start of the first draft of my new novel. It could change completely by the time I finish it, of course!
“Hey! Wait for me! Wait!” Kara Stewart sprinted the
last twenty yards, arriving at the bus stop on Market Street as the blue and
yellow City Link bus drove away. With one hand fisted against her waist in
frustration, she watched the bus turn right at the end of the street and muttered a small curse under her breath. With the next bus not due for three hours, she'd have to abandon her plan to visit the Adoption Agency in Galway. Her mother's family history would have to wait until another day.
The short beep from a car horn made
her turn. A white car pulled up at the bus stop, the side window slid open,
and the driver leaned across the passenger seat. “You’ve missed the Galway bus.”
Did he think she hadn't already realised that? “Yes, I know.” She took a
step toward the car, and her heart jumped at the sight of the taxi driver who’d
driven their Living History group from Mist Na Mara Arts Centre into Clifden a
couple of times. “Oh, hi, there.”
Something about him had
attracted her the first time she’d seen him a few weeks ago. Good-looking in an
understated way with thick nut-brown hair, Irish blue eyes, wide forehead, straight nose, and firm jaw. Not exactly
male-model gorgeous but rugged enough to set her pulse racing until she reminded
herself he was probably married with half a dozen kids. No way was she going to make that mistake again.
“Good mornin’. Thought I
recognised you,” he said.
She glanced at the roof of
the car which usually held a blue and black sign with the name and phone number
of his taxi company, but today the sign was missing. “You’re not taxi-ing
“Mine too, but, as you guessed,
I missed the bus to Galway.”
“Hop in, I’ll take you
She laughed. “You probably
charge about a hundred Euros for that trip. I can’t afford that.”
“A hundred and ten actually,
but I’m not working today, and I’m on my way to Galway, so ye’re welcome to
come along with me. No charge,” he added.
He opened the passenger door,
and she slid into the seat beside him. The thought crossed her mind that she
didn’t really know this man, but he’d always been chatty and friendly when he’d
driven them into Clifden. Besides, all licensed taxi drivers had to undergo
strict Garda background checks, so
she should be safe enough, and anyway, she relished the idea of getting to know
him during the hour’s drive to Galway. At the very least, she could find out if
he was married. “Thanks. I really
I'll be interested in your comments as to whether this beginning would be enough to make you want to read on, or whether I should start the story at another point!