Quick Fic – Part II

Thanks for the suggestions! If you missed the beginning of the story, you can head back here to catch up.

I’m going with a suggestion from Book Squirt – a simple suggestion that Drew’s parents are not thrilled with “Anna” since Drew has neglected to introduce her until now.

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“So,” Drew’s mother held out her hand to shake mine, the edges of various gemstones pressing into my skin as she squeezed, “you’re the Anna we’ve heard so little about.”

“Excuse my wife,” his father interjected, “she tends to get right to the point. Not that she doesn’t have one, mind you.”

“You two couldn’t wait until after dinner to get started?” Drew replied.

“Well, if dinner could have started on time…” His mother stared at me and crossed her arms.

Drew leaned over to me and whispered loudly, “Don’t mind them, old people get cranky when they don’t have dinner by five. Low blood sugar.”

“Old?!” Drew’s mother stood with a hand on her hip, the other hand touching her own face, as if she was searching for a rogue wrinkle.

“Don’t rile your mother, Drew.”

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Drew laughed, looking unconcerned, while I stood there horrified, stomach churning. “I’m really sorry.”

A petite blonde with Drew’s same pale blue eyes and single-cheek dimple walked up and handed me her empty glass. “We’re starving. Are we ready to eat yet or are we still waiting on Drew’s fiancée?”

“Uh, hi. I’m Anna.” I extended my empty hand.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I thought…” I didn’t need her to finish to know what she thought. In my rumpled linen skirt and simple black blouse I more closely resembled the catering staff than any of the dinner guests.  “I’m Janice, Drew’s sister.”

“I could tell.”  I smiled, but noticed I seemed to be the only one. I stammered as I added, “You have the same smile.”

“Oh,” she grabbed my hand and linked my arm with hers, walking me through the room, “you’re sweet. She’s nicer than your other girlfriends, Drew.”

I glanced over my shoulder at Drew, who rolled his eyes, but smiled. “Fiancée, Janice.”

“Same diff,” she called back to him. She turned to me and patted my arm. “You’ll have to sit by me so you can tell me all about yourself. And don’t let me parents get to you.”

I managed a smile. “Oh, are they usually like that with Drew’s girlfriends?”

“Oh no. Not that I can remember. But he’s never dated an outsider before. They’ll feel better after you’ve been vetted.”

I stopped behind my chair at the dining room table. “Vetted?”

Janice smoothed her pale pink dress as she slid into her seat, motioning for me to do the same. “Sorry, I’m exaggerating a bit. They’ll just ask you a billion questions – where  you’re from, where you went to school, what you do for a living, who you know – normal stuff.”

Right. Normal.

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Alright. So, for now, we’ll continue the story with your suggestions.

[If at any time, and of your writerly types want to jump in and add to the story on your blogs, with either back story or a continuation of what's happening here, feel free to leave a link in the comments.]

This week’s question: It’s rather obvious that Drew’s family is wealthy. Where does their money come from?

Bonus question: I think Battie/Anna needs to find a way out of dinner. But how?

Quick Fic!

When “Tell Me a Story” ended, I mentioned an idea to continue writing fiction here on the blog.

The idea was not an original one, but something I learned about while reading Wil Wheaton’s Sunken Treasure. Created by Kevin Lawver and Jason Garber, Ficlets was created in the AOL heyday where creative types would write short fiction, and then other lovely creatives could add on to it. They could write a prequel, a sequel, whatever they like.

A story could go on for forever, as different contributors add to either end of it.

One of the things that really appealed to me with the idea is that it’s a short piece of fiction – no more than 1024 words.

So, here on the blog, I’m running with that concept as a sort of hybrid writing prompt.

This week, you all contribute ideas for the start of the story. It can be as simple as a sentence, a place, or even a song. Whatever you give, I’ll write the “beginning” of the story.

Next week, when I post the resulting story, those of you who wish to participate can then use the story as a jumping off point for your part of the story. You can post yours on your blog  and leave a link in the comments. Everyone involved will have a chance to read each others and see the unique turn the story takes.

Are you ready??

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Even if you aren’t participating on your blog, feel free to suggestions for prompts or general comments below!

 

Character Interview Numero Uno

It’s interview time!

Unlike previous interviews on this blog, this week I am going to interview someone who is not me.

Well, technically, I created her, so I guess there could be some debate as to whether or not I am just sitting here talking to myself again.

So, rather than argue with me about whether or not I am talking to me, let’s get to the interview with…Red!

Thanks for joining us today, Red.

::blinks::

Umm…ok. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? I understand you live in Seattle, but are you from Washington State originally?

I can’t possibly see how that information is necessary here.

Er, it’s not necessary; I just thought the folks reading this might be curious to know that sort of thing. Pretty standard interview fare, you know, where are you from, what do you do, that sort of thing.

Fine. I’m from the Northeastern part of the United States. I don’t think I need to be more specific than that.

And what do you do?

I handle online customer support for a company I’d rather not name.

I see. So, you answer questions via email and online chat? That sort of thing?

I handle online customer support.

Do you work from your apartment?

Who told you I have an apartment?

Not an actual image of Red. Oddly enough, I couldn't find a photo of her.

Uh, no one. I mean, I guess I did. Er…

What exactly does that mean? Who do you work for?

No one. Honest. Sorry. Let’s move on. Do you have any hobbies?

::snorts::

Hobbies? What am I twelve?

Sorry, I didn’t mean to insinuate…

I have interests, interests in which I am passionately invested. Interests which could have global implications far beyond anything you could begin to comprehend.

Global implications? What are you talking about?

Not here.

Why not here? This is my house. Oh my word, IS SOMEONE WATCHING MY HOUSE??

::shrugs::

You can never be too careful.

::whispering::

Are you a spy?

::laughing::

I’m going to guess that you watch a lot of television. Don’t be ridiculous.

I’m ridiculous?!

Let me ask you, do you watch a lot of Disney movies?

What does that have to…? What’s a lot? I mean, I’m sure I’ve seen my fair share, but…

Lemming.

This isn’t going well, is it?

It never does.

Let’s change the subject. How do you feel about your new roommate?

I don’t have a new roommate.

::sigh::

If I did have a roommate, I would certainly hope she doesn’t ask as many annoying questions as you do. And I’d prefer that she didn’t wear animal print.

What’s wrong with animal print? ::shifts to cover leopard print Snuggie::

Besides the obvious hypersexualization of women?

Umm. Yes. Besides that. Obviously.

There are signs all around us, Amber. Everywhere. It’s just one of the many signs. You have to learn to pay attention. We all have to start paying attention.

Before it’s too late.

I don’t know why, but you have officially creeped me out by using my name. I think I have somewhere to be.

Good. If anyone asks, I was never here.

Uh, it will be just between us…

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…and,  you know, all of you reading. Just do me a favor and don’t tell Red about my blog, okay? She’s a little…odd.

I really should have interviewed Anton. Maybe next time.

If you haven’t been keeping up with the Tell Me a Story series and want to know who Red is, head here to get started. For the faithful readers, the next part is coming Thursday. If you are enjoying the series, share it with friends.

What would you have asked Red? What questions do you think I need in my back pocket for the next interview?

Keep your comments and suggestions coming!

Tell Me a Story – Part IV

Last week, you all were asked how Kate and Eli’s paths would cross again. Unlike previous weeks, the suggestions started to sound a little like votes. One camp wanted Kate and Eli to meet at a party, preferably one thrown by Anton, with hopes of an embarassing moment or two taking place. The other camp liked the idea of running into Eli near Red’s apartment, giving Kate an extra reason to consider moving in to the downtown loft.

Since this isn’t a democracy, I got to choose which of those suggestions I wanted to go with. It was a very tough choice, but ultimately I went with Tiffany and Eden’s suggestion:

T: I think that while Kate is walking to the new apartment to let Red know whether or not she’s signing the lease (she’s leaning towards staying with Meera a bit longer), she runs into Eli working in the neighborhood… Hmmm. That makes signing the lease that much more interesting, doesn’t it?

E: For the run in scene, I lean more toward the chance meeting in Red’s neighborhood. I like that the setting give you lots of room for adding your own details. And like Tiffany said, adds more intrigue to the lease question.

Don’t give up, party fans. I think there may be a party in her future.

If this is your first time reading, head back and catch Part I, II, and III!

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I stood on the corner, hands shoved into the pockets of my pea coat, looking from left to right. The misty, frigid air pressured me to make a choice.

A few blocks to the left would take me to Red’s loft. A few blocks to the right would take me to the market, where expensive, fresh ingredients for a new dish I’d been dying to try awaited me.

Ingredients I could afford, so long as I still lived virtually rent free with Meera, a luxury I’d have to forgo if I moved in with Red.

Of course, if I lived with Red, I would be living downtown, rather than driving into it whenever I wanted something special. The money saved in parking alone could go towards the occasional smelly cheese or fresh seafood.

I turned to the left, stepping into the crosswalk.

Then again, that money would probably go towards gas, now that I’d be commuting in and out of downtown every day. Sitting in traffic was going to eat up fuel in my ancient gas guzzler.

With a quick spin, I headed back to the sidewalk, nearly taking out an oncoming pedestrian. The jarring hit left me stumbling, only saving myself by landing elbow first against a parked car. My already tattered messenger bag was not so fortunate, finding itself on the damp, dirty ground.

I was relieved to hear a few choice words fade behind me, as the victim of my inattention kept moving. I held my elbow for a moment before leaning down to scoop up my bag, only to find it already on its way up.

“Are you alright?”

Eli stood there, my bag in hand.

“Umm, yeah.” I grabbed the bag and stepped up on to the sidewalk. “Sorry, you just saw how much of that?”

“’That’ being the sudden turn, crash, and stumble into the parked car?”

“Yup.”

“Just a bit of it.”

“Awesome. I’m usually not so…” I closed my eyes and scrunched up my nose, desperately searching for a word. I sighed and motioned to the lack of vocabulary coming out of my mouth. “I’m not whatever you want to call this.”

Eli smiled. “It happens to the best of us, Kate.”

I looked at Eli standing there in his gray wool coat, dark hair perfectly out of place, collar turned up slightly revealing a cobalt scarf, no doubt carefully selected to highlight his eyes.

“Somehow, I doubt that,” I mumbled.

“Sorry?”

“Not important. Your bruise seems to have healed nicely.”

He lifted a hand to his face where just the slightest remnant of his encounter with a hockey stick remained. “Thanks. The secret is applying heat. Clears away the pooled blood that makes for a nasty bruise.”

“Good to know. I may need that advice.” I held up my arm, rubbing my elbow and continued, “Thanks again for the help, but I don’t want to hold you up.”

“Actually, I was just headed across the street for a coffee. I’d love company if you aren’t expected somewhere.”

I started to say no, feeling the need to flee and end my embarrassment as soon as possible. But the combination of sitting down to something warm and caffeinated while listening to Eli talk was too tempting.

“Sure. Coffee sounds like a great idea.”

We quickly made our way across the street and into the café. It was one of those independent joints, the kind with overstuffed couches, local art on the walls, and only the hippest music playing in the background. I looked up at the wall in dismay, seeing no sign of a menu outlining my choices.

Eli leaned in. “Pretentious lot, but their coffee is excellent. Why don’t you grab us a seat and I’ll take care of ordering. How do you take yours?”

“Light and sweet.”

I headed over to an empty couch in the corner, setting my bag down on the floor and unbuttoning my coat. I flopped on to the couch and closed my eyes for a moment, happy to have a momentary reprieve from decision making.

“Here we are.”

Eli set two enormous mugs on the table in front of us. I leaned forward, holding mine in both hands, letting it warm them for a bit before taking a sip.

“Wow. You weren’t kidding. This is great.”This photo is mine.

“Glad you approve. It’s good and close.”

“You live near here?”

He nodded. “Just a few blocks away.”

“How do you like it?”

“Well enough. The gray winters remind me a bit of home, although I wouldn’t mind seeing some sun now and again. But I hear it’s beautiful when the spring begins.”

“You haven’t been here long?”

“No, just a few months.” He paused to take a sip before continuing, “So, what has you so out of sorts this morning? If that’s not too personal.”

I shifted in my seat, suddenly feeling very boring.

“Oh, it’s nothing huge. I just need to make a decision about my living arrangements today. And it appears that I am nearly incapable of doing so.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. My roommate is moving away, but not for a few months. I found this amazing place right here in the city, but it means a tighter budget and a new roommate. I have to sign the lease by today if I want it.”

He sipped his coffee and stayed silent.

“So, I’m torn. I could wait it out a little longer, but that could mean missing out on this place.”

He continued sipping quietly.

“And…this is the part where I welcome words of wisdom or advice.”

One corner of his mouth turned up as he leaned forward, placing his mug on the coffee table.

“Your friend is moving in a few months?”

I nodded.

“So, you’ll have to find a place, whether it’s now or then. There are no guarantees that future roommates won’t be just as odd, or worse, and no guarantees that the apartments you find will be as nice or more affordable, correct?”

I nodded again. What was it about his accent that made him sound twenty IQ points smarter than most people?

“Then, what is it that is really holding you back? And don’t say fear. Because I can tell that’s not it.”

He was right. I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t know how he knew that, but it was true. I took a breath and let the answer out in a big exhale.

“Money. I mean, you’ve seen where I work. I’m not exactly a screaming success in that department.”

Eli sat back into the couch, his head tilted to one side, eyes narrowed, looking me in the eye. I stared back, not sure what else to do.

“It seems to me, then, that we need to fix your money problem.”

“Just like that?”

“Well, not quite ‘just like that’, but yes, I think I have a fairly simple solution.”

I sat quietly, eyebrows raised, signaling him to continue.

He responded with a full smile. “You can work for me.”

“Like, fetch your coffee and dry cleaning?”

“Not exactly. I’m not saying that won’t ever be one of your duties, but there will be plenty else for you to do. Researching clients and potential candidates is a lot of work, as is the wooing process. I could use the help.”

I wanted to say something smart and coy about his ability to afford me, something witty and confident, but knowing the last decade of my work experience was sadly lacking, I opted to save the clever quips for another time.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I mean, so long as it pays better than the rink, I don’t see why I should say no.”

“I could see plenty of reasons. But the pay will definitely be better than the rink. And if you tire of working for me, I can at least find you work elsewhere and recommend you in good conscience.”

I bit the inside of my lower lip. It all seemed too easy. But who said life had to be hard?

I took a deep breath and put on a smile. “Then, pending the details of ‘where, when, and how much’, I guess I look forward to working with you?”

Another smile.

“Fantastic. My office is nearby, you can start as soon as possible, and we can discuss pay, but I’m thinking $25 an hour would be fair, to start.”

I instantly regretted sipping my coffee as he spoke, choking as he finished his sentence, sending me into a less than attractive coughing fit.

“Are you alright?”

I gave Eli a thumbs up as I continued coughing. He leaned forward and grabbed my phone from the coffee table, taking his from his front coat pocket. He made a few motions, then handed my phone to me as my fit subsided.

“You have my contact information now, and I have yours. Let me know when you’re ready to start.” Eli looked at his phone and frowned. “I hate to cut this short, but I have an appointment I need to get to. I will hear from you, yes?”

I nodded and watched as he stood up, smoothing his coat and placing the phone back in his pocket.

“Thank you, Eli. For the coffee and, well, everything.”

“Don’t mention it.”

He turned toward the door, pausing for a moment to look back and wave, before heading out and disappearing down the block.

I sunk back into my corner of the couch, hardly believing my morning. Grabbing my bag off the ground, I yanked the lease agreement from the inside, rummaged around for a pen, and signed it.

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Onward!

How does Meera react to Kate’s decision?

BONUS ROUND: I’ll be conducting some character interviews in the weeks to come. In the comments, vote for the character you would like interviewed and submit your questions. I can’t guarantee what they’ll say in the interview, but I do know they won’t give away any spoilers.

Maybe a hint or two, though.

Part V