Saturday, May 28, 2011

May Blog Chain - Relationships

It's been quite a while since I updated here so it's good I joined a blog chain at Absolute Write for May. Just squeaking in the last days of the month.

Here are the instructions:
This month's prompt: Relationships
Show a character's approach to relationships in a short scene. A harmless exchange between mother and daughter? A submissive character overwhelmed by a dominant partner? A passionate lover's quarrel? A forlorn, unrequited letter?

Use your characters' interaction to show the dynamics of their relationship, show how they're growing together or growing apart, or just have silly fun.
Character descriptions at the beginning are forbidden this time around--let them speak or act for themselves!

This is a short part of a scene from my WIP that I think is going to end up deleted from the next draft. So I'll post it here. The names have been changed to protect my characters' privacy! Many of the other blog chain participants have chosen romantic relationships to highlight, but I went in a different direction.

At seven forty-five Lindsay was ready and had that nervous feeling in her stomach universal to party hosts. She wandered through the lodge, straightening a cushion here, tweaking the napkins there, and bringing in pencils and notepads to keep score.
By eight fifteen she was pacing the empty rooms. She opened one of the bottles of Merlot and poured herself a glass.
She'd almost finished the bottle when she heard someone rap at the side door. She glanced at the clock - after nine. Late, but at least someone had come. She rushed over to greet her guest.
Emma's smile seemed genuine. "Hi, Lindsay, I was hoping you’d be here. I was wondering if you had any extra printer paper. I just need about thirty sheets."
     "Printer paper?" Lindsay looked out into the fading light. "Is that all you came for?"
"Yes, unless you . . . are there any peppermint tea bags? I ran out. Do you know when you'll be going shopping for us?"
Lindsay felt her shoulders sag. She motioned Emma inside and murmured, "I'll look for some." I'm just a servant here. Not one of them. They don't want to be friends. Game Night was a stupid idea. Why did I ever think they'd want to do anything like that with me?
She went to the office for the paper, then to the pantry to search for tea. Grabbing a box from the cabinet, she turned and saw Emma behind her, one of the invitations in her hand.
"What's this? I found it in the dining room. I went to look for some napkins . . . you invited us to come over tonight?"
"Yes, I left the note on your cabin door. You didn't see it?"
"No, I didn't. When did you leave it?"
"Yesterday afternoon. I stuck them on all of the cabins."
Emma reached out and took the box of tea, her fingers grasping Lindsay’s hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't get one. I don’t know if it blew away or what. I don't know about the others." She squeezed gently. "I would have loved to come and play games. I hope you'll ask us again."
Lindsay blinked away tears. "Thank you. Maybe I will."

Here are the other posts so far in this month's blog chain. Please click on them and see what a diverse group we are.

orion_mk3 - (link to this month’s post)
Proach - (link to this month’s post)
Yoghurtelf - (link to this month’s post)
AuburnAssassin - (link to this month’s post)
aimeelaine - (link to this month’s post)
Della Odell - (link to this month’s post)
jkellerford - (link to this month’s post)
LadyMage - (link to this month’s post)
pezie - (link to this month’s post)
xcomplex - (link to this month’s post)
Inkstrokes - (link to this month’s post)
Ralph Pines - (link to this month’s post) 
juniper - you are here now!
Steam&Ink - post coming soon


  1. awww, I feel so bad for Lindsay. Poor thing!

  2. Poor Lindsay, she sounds like an interesting character :) Nice post! I followed you!

  3. You did a great job expressing emotion through action. That's a rare thing. Well done! Poor Lindsay.

  4. Ach, party angst is brutal. Especially when it turns out to be justified. Tell Lindsay I'll be right over with my backgammon board!

  5. Oh, poor Lindsey. Every hostesses worst nightmare. But Emma was a kind heart. But what happened to all the other invitations? I smell a rat.

  6. Poor Lindsay, I know the feeling of hostess anxiety well. I hope, in the end, the others showed up to her party. It must be tough to feel used vs. feel like a friend.

  7. That is exactly why I never host any parties. I think I detect a sinister note in the situation--perhaps someone collected and destroyed the invites before they could be seen?

  8. Emma sounds kind but I agree with Claire, something not right.

  9. Hmmm. Something seems off. Someone sabotaged her game night, methinks. *nods head* Nice scene! Lindsay seems like a lovely girl. :)

  10. Oh, I love it! Great range of emotions here. I once threw a party and nobody showed up, so I know exactly what that feels like!