This week’s writing prompt from Write on Edge concerned conversation. The task involved writing dialogue “between two people/characters. Using surroundings, body language, visual cues and blocking, in addition to the spoken words” I needed to show you who they were with out saying so. Not sure how I did-but this is actually a part of a scene in my WIP-that I’ve wanted to write for a while-but hadn’t.
“What?” I couldn’t have heard correctly.
“I’m sorry. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.
I shook my head. Wishing I had gone when I had the chance. Wishing…Wishing was for fools I decided.
“Look. I…I just won’t believe it.” I said, shutting my eyes.
I dropped my books, to cover my ears, wanting to block out the pleading in his voice. My hours of research echoed in muffled tones when they landed. I pressed harder and willed my eyes to only see the dark.
“The dark. The dark. The dark.” I chanted to myself.
“Please…Please give me a chance.”
I wanted to ignore him. I curled myself into a ball on the floor besides the books with their thousand year histories. Wishing I could melt into one of the cracks in the marble floor.
“It’s what he wants.”
“What he wants? What about what I want?” I glowered. “No one ever, not ever has asked me if I wanted all of this!” I barked waving my arms across the library. “At least you had a choice. You could decide if you wanted to fall on the sword or not. Where was my choice?”
His shoulders slumped. “There’s more you need to know.”
“I don’t want to know. “ I said as I went about stacking the books the scent of them no longer comforting.
He grabbed my hand and raised my chin to look me in the eyes. He looked about as bad as I felt I surmised. “Will you let me try to be a friend to you?”
“A friend? What about the prophecy?”
“It’s just another story in a book.”