Here we go. Another writing exercise hosted by Neil MacDonald. Please click his name for more information. I have found these exercises have really given me some tips to watch for writing. Thanks Neil for continuing to post these challenge. Here in Neil’s own words was the challenge –
Write a short scene with two characters in which your main character encounters a strange or difficult situation involving another character. Use what you know about your main character’s desires and fears to show how they respond to the other character. Now repeat the exercise, this time using the other character as your main character. Notice how this change of point-of-view alters the story.
Now onto my scenes –
There is no way to avoid it, no way to sugar coat it. Meeting the other woman, the one that had lured my husband from our cozy family life was going to be awkward. How do you make small talk with the woman who willfully and spitefully slept with Kevin, your husband of twenty years? I forced a smile and smoothed some wrinkles from my dress. I could do this. For my son on his graduation day, I would do it.
I watched Rebecca hang on my husband’s arm as they entered. Her makeup was a little too thick, the dress too tight, the smile rang as fake as the breasts. Jason tensed beside me, a reminder that he had been as hurt by his father’s betrayal as I had been. The couple approached us. With each step the weight of my forty years increased. My breasts sagged more, the crow’s feet around my eyes deepened. I cursed myself for not getting my hair colored. Surely all my grey hairs where accented by the gym’s florescent lights.
“Kate, good to see you.” Kevin brushed a kiss against my cheek before giving Jason a bear-hug. “This is Rebecca. Rebecca, this is Katherine.”
Good manners took over, I thrust my hand forward for the obligatory handshake. I didn’t expect the trembling in her hand. I didn’t expect the fear I saw Rebecca’s eyes.
My hand shook as I applied my eyeliner resulting in a crooked line. I took a deep breath and tried again sighing at the resulting line that said nightclub not afternoon high school graduation. I’d have to live with it. Tugging on the hem of my dress I cursed the extra pounds I’ve been accumulating. The one thing I had always been able to count on, especially since the surgery, was a knockout body that men loved. It let me avoid conversations that highlighted my limited education. I’ll start a diet next week. Damn it. I don’t want to do this. I’m not into happy family events like graduations especially when it’s not my family. Christ, I had managed to avoid meeting the ex -wife for almost a year. I didn’t want to meet the cold woman that had held Kevin in her clutches for so many years.
What do you say to the woman that had treated someone you loved so shabbily, a woman so self-centered that she hadn’t realized her marriage was dead long before you came on the scene. It was dead, wasn’t it? Sometimes the way Kevin talked about Kate made me wonder if he still held onto some fantasy about his marriage. My heart broke when I found him lost in thought, a wistful look etched on his face. Did he regret leaving her for me? Was I a midlife crisis that would be discarded when he regained his senses?
Oh god, everyone is looking at me. I clutch Kevin’s arm for support. Oh no, there she is. Damn it, why did she have to look so put together, so confident? Why did he have to kiss her? Kate thrust out her hand. When she clasped mine, our eyes met. I didn’t expect the flash of intelligence. I didn’t expect such grace. It shook me. I can’t compete with that.
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