The Writing Room
On a baking hot day I went into the splendidly retro and strange Putaruru Hotel. One of several features that caught my eye was this slim elegant glass door for the Writing Room.
Behind the locked door, on the formal green and yellow carpet, were a pile of mountain bikes and a chainsaw.
What work was being created here? An action adventure with chainsaw chase through the timbers? A young adults novel where teenagers bond over mountain bikes and a foil a bad deed involving a chainsaw?
It’s probably one of those writing exercises where you are given a list of unrelated objects and have to come up with a convincing piece. Suggestions welcome!