Tweet of the Day: Discover the Perfect Place to Insert Backstory
Since I didn’t know what I wanted to write for the June Flash Fiction Challenge, I went back to my old bag of tricks and pulled another merge with Wizards’ World War.
First the rules, then the story:
Now for the rules of the June challenge. It is slightly different than before. I’m trying to spice up the body language and dialogue cues in my writing so this popped into my brain.
- You must start your story with the body language cue: She drummed her fingers on her thigh and shot the kind of look that would start a fire.
- The story must be 500 words or less
- Your story needs to have a clear beginning, middle and end.
The challenge ends July 1st.
And now for the story. Enjoy.
LakeSide Dinner, Marquette, MI, July 27th 8:15 a.m.
She drummed her fingers on her thigh and shot the kind of look that would start a fire. Hiding out in a motel room for a week with my moody brother and creepy Ricardo did not make for a happy Samara.
“Good morning to you, sunshine,” I said.
Sam’s emotional barrage hit me like a runway freight train. I grabbed the edges of the table to steady myself.
She’s losing control.
“No am not,” she said. She whipped her head to the side, her long her cascaded down to her lap. I looked outside, a beautiful, clear day. Solide blue from horizon to horizon with not a cloud in sight. The sky merged with Lake Superior on the horizon, creating an unbroken whole.
I fought the urge to snap a reply. My anger would simply bounce back tenfold. “I’m worried,” I said.
“Worry about the others,” she said.
The waitress came by, “Here you go, a coffee and hot cocoa. Your order will be ready shortly.”
I thanked her and sipped my cup. The mix of sugar and caffeine lifted my spirits above the dark morass emanating from Sam’s psyche. “I wish I could just worry about them, but you see, I love you so….”
“What was that?”
“I said, I know,” her eyes swam in tears.
“I put too much on your shoulders-”
“I can handle it,” she said.
“Being strong doesn’t mean that you don’t have any weaknesses, just like being brave doesn’t mean you are not afraid,” I said.
“Tell me that to my face.”
She looked at me. My back teeth hurt, as if someone scrapped a chalkboard with their fingernails. She drank deep from her cup. It left a brown mustache on her upper lip.
I leaned in, “You got something,” I swiped at the cocoa with a finger tip, “on your lip.”
I gave her a peck on the lips, “Stop what?”
She chuckled,“I’m sorry. ”A tear slid across her cheek. The emotional tide receded. She was back in control of her emotional state. For now.
“It’s okay,” I said.
The waitress delivered our order, “Ham and cheese on rye for the lady and bacon and eggs for the gentleman. I’ll bring the rest when you cash out.”
I nodded and ripped into my breakfast. Sam barely touched hers.
“Listen, we just have to wait for Ricardo to finish his thing. After that we scoop up Marcus girlfriend and get the hell out,” I said between mouthfuls of crunchy bacon.
“And then what?”
“Then I track down Jeff and give him–”
“What’s wrong?” she looked over shoulder.
The ticker under the newsman read, “TERRORIST ATTACK ON DULLES.” The image split, showing pictures of Marcus and me.
“Time to go,” I said.