It's the fifth Wednesday of the month. Time to check out an excerpt from my current WIP. I decided to try something a little different today. Remember those "which way" books popular in the 80's? Well, pay close attention to today's excerpt. At the end I'm going to ask you which way the story should go. It's your chance to choose what happens next! Let's go!
(Excerpt from Courtesy Turn by Rebecca Waters)
“Don’t forget, Mom, I need your statements for the taxes. They should have been here by now.” Ethan crumbled a piece of cornbread in his bowl of sixteen-bean soup.
“Don’t forget, Mom, I need your statements for the taxes. They should have been here by now.” Ethan crumbled a piece of cornbread in his bowl of sixteen-bean soup.
“Oh, uh…I have them. Actually, I was thinking about
trying to do my own taxes this year.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“I just think it’s time I took responsibility for some
things.”
Ethan rested his spoon in the bowl. “It’s complicated,
Mom. That’s why Dad asked me to do it in the first place.”
“He always did our taxes before he got sick.”
“Dad did everything by hand. I use a computer program.”
“And I have a new computer. You said the program was
easy. A matter of filling in the blanks you said.” Why is he making this so difficult?
“You’re not doing your taxes and that’s final.”
“I am not a child!” Heat crept up Dottie’s neck. She
clenched her jaw.
Ethan stood. He threw his napkin on the table. “Fine!” he
shouted back. “Then don't act like one.” He left the room, grabbed his jacket
and walked out the door.
Dottie sat at the table, her face in her hands. The tears
pouring out like a watering can. A knot formed in her throat. “What is going
on, God? Please help me. And help Ethan.”
The
dishes were washed and put away. The leftover soup stored in two large plastic
containers. Searching for the lids had taken a good ten minutes. Twice Dottie
picked up the phone. Twice she laid it down again. Fighting with her adult son.
No, that couldn’t be good. When the phone finally broke the silence, the shrill
tone made Dottie jump. She raced to the kitchen where her house phone rested on
the counter away from its cradle.
“Hello?”
“Hi
Dottie!” Virginia.
“Oh,
hello.”
“You
sound like you were expecting it to be someone else. You okay?”
“I’m
fine. A little tired I guess.”
“You
don’t sound like yourself.”
“I,
uh, well I sort of had a little run in with someone today and I’m trying to
figure out what to do about it.” Silence stretched on the other end of the
line. “Virginia, are you there?”
“Yes.
I didn’t know if you were asking for advice or, you know, venting. Wouldn’t
want to overstep my ground as they say.”
“I
know. I’m not sure I want advice. It just makes you feel bad when you have any
sort of disagreement, you know?”
“I
know. I got upset with my sister the other day on the phone. Of course I
don’t think she realized that what she said was hurtful. Maybe it shouldn’t
have bothered me but it did. Anyway, you don’t need to say anything. I’ll pray
for God to give you a discerning and forgiving heart. You ‘ll figure it out.”
“Thanks.”
A discerning heart? How about giving me a son who treats me like
an adult? Music sounded from the other room. “Sorry, Virginia, I need to
go. My cell phone’s ringing.”
Now it's your turn. How is Dottie feeling? Why? Are her feelings justified? And Ethan. What about him? Why do you think he feels the way he feels? And here's the big question: What do you think will happen next? Who do you think is calling Dottie on her cell? Which way should this story go?
