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Bob looked over Gail's report and noticed an inconsistency. He turned back a few pages and confirmed. This was it. He finally had her. He leaned back, unzipped his trousers, and began to anticipate what was to come. He pressed the intercom button.
"Yes, Mr. Stokes?"
"Please come in here, Gail." (1/4) #wss366

There are some nice courtyard gardens at the hotel, though they're a bit generic. https://stevendbrewer.com/generic-gardens/

Perhaps in compensation for the lack of a view, there was a nice mirror. She glanced at her cloak. It was old, and weather stained. Maybe a new one was warranted. She didn't need to impress anyone, but it didn't hurt to be presentable. She resolved to go window shopping. Tomorrow. (3/3) #wss366

She didn't really feel comfortable in fancier settings. Her needs were simple and she didn't need to impress anyone.
There was a single window, too high to look out of. Nearby, a hooked stick could be used to open it. When she did, fresh air and sounds from the noisy plaza wafted in. (2/3) #wss366

Heather closed the door after her familiar and inspected her surroundings. The small, stuffy room was sparsely furnished, with a narrow bed and a battered wardrobe. Her recent windfall would have allowed her to #rent something nicer. But she was naturally conservative with her funds. (1/3) #wss366

"Kafo kun lakto?"
He pointed at the menu.
"If you please," she said.

#lease #wss366 #senryu

I thought it was funny to see an anemometer on the roof of the hotel. I mean, this hotel is right *at* the airport, which undoubtedly has a pretty good one. But I realized it's probably just a standard design feature of the chain hotel model: they just plop them down without regard to context.

Perhaps less standard are the thermostats in the rooms, which are easy to switch between Celsius and Fahrenheit. It was set to Celsius when I arrived. Lots of international guests (especially air crews).

"Tell them to come find me tomorrow on the plaza."
"I'm sorry, Mum," he said. "But she would like to speak with you tonight. Now. And please take your hand off your knife." (3/3) #wss366 (from Uplands.)

"Pardon me, Mum," the one in front said, showing that he knew exactly with whom he was dealing — and that he understood the proprieties. "Our employer would like to #consult with you."
"It's been a long day," she said, with her hand resting on her knife. (2/3) #wss366

Heather started to walk across the plaza, but was brought up short when she found herself surrounded by three large men wearing dark cloaks. She reached under her cloak and put her hand on her knife. (1/3) #wss366

I'm sitting by the pool with a can of Voodoo Ranger Imperial and marking up my program with a pen AS ONE DOES (when one is very very old). #loscon

Just touched down in LA… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bB3-CUMERIU

BDL -> DCA -> LAX

Wah! I just finally noticed that @SFWA is posting on Mastodon! I'm so happy!! Welcome! Welcome to the Fediverse! #WritingCommunity

Soon, I'll be headed to LOSCon: https://stevendbrewer.com/headed-to-loscon/

"Once upon a time," he began, "people made bias #ply tires. Then they realized that by changing the orientation of the cords from 60 degrees to 90 degrees perpendicular to the direction of travel…"
The boy was already asleep, so the father patted him, and slipped out of the room. (2/2) #wss366

"Tell me a story, Daddy!" the little boy said.
"Well, what do you want to hear?"
His eyes lit up, "Tell me the one about the tires?"
"Really? Alright. Close your eyes!"
The father glanced over and continued, "And stop that wriggling." Then he took a deep breath. (1/2) #wss366

Content warning:French toasties

I made myself some French toasties this morning slathered with telephone-pole syrup. As @philipbrewer points out, I actually have some real maple syrup in the fridge. But every so often, I have a hankering for the fake kind of syrup we used to have as kids, which is thicker and, somehow, more maple-y than real syrup. Mmmm.

Both of my prompt posts today are drawn from personal experience.

His father set him onto the golden sand and watched as the boy danced with excitement.
"Ah! Ah! AH! AH!" the boy screamed as he danced from foot to foot on the #scalding sand. Then he sprang back toward his father and the canoe rolled over, dumping them both into the water. (3/3) #WinterWorldsPrompt