On Tuesday, the challenge was to write a conversation. But not just any conversation…Using surroundings, body language, visual cues and blocking, in addition to the spoken words, show who they are and what their relationship is without coming out and telling the reader!
All that, in 300 words or less.
The keys shifted loosely in the palm of her hand. The cold metal was somehow soothing to the touch. The other twirled the glass around and around. Cold, too, as the water from condensation dripped down. She jiggled the leg that was propped up a little on the stool, and looked absently at herself in the dimly lit mirror a few feet away.
“Can I get anything else for you?” Maggie asked while drying glasses and putting them away.
She glanced at her then gazed down into her drink. “No, thanks, I’m good.” She took a small sip. The television buzzed about the latest in sports at the local University. Her phone sat a few inches away and momentarily lit up. It was a text. From him, she knew it, but she ignored it. She could almost sense his impatience radiating from the inquiring message as it lit up the phone again. It had only been a few hours, but that was longer than usual since their last communication. She sighed. All she wanted was a few minutes of quiet.
“Did you hear about that scandal? God, it’s just horrible. I can’t believe they didn’t fire every single person connected to it. The assistant coach is still going to be on the sidelines for Saturday’s game,” Maggie tried to make conversation turning around, leaning back, and looking up at the television.
“Yeah,” she responded. She smiled briefly, and looked up at the television, too. Shifted a little to her left. “What a crazy week.” She looked back down at the glass.
“Everything ok?” Maggie asked again after checking on the other patrons. She paused. “Are you sure you don’t want a menu? Hang out for a bit? Talk?”
“No, Maggie, I’m fine,” she insisted. “Listen, I’m going to only be a few minutes. I’ve got to take off soon anyway.” Maggie’s eyes were full of concern, and maybe something else, but she avoided it and rummaged through her wallet. “Thanks, I’ll see you later.” She put down a couple of dollars for a tip. It was way too much for one drink but she took long steps towards the door.