This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge is to create a piece of writing between 33 and 333 words that includes the following definition of the word path:
a) course, route; b) a way of life, conduct or thought.
The challenge this week is community-judged, so you can return to the challenge page on Friday and vote for your top three favorite posts. I would strongly encourage you to do this! The winner gets to display a nifty award on their blog page and has bragging rights to the victory he or she has claimed. Who doesn’t like awards (I mean, other than the 49ers. HAHAHAHA!)? Just as I have been doing for the last 6 entries, this entry is part of a longer story that I am creating. Links to previous installments are below. Let me know what you think!
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Clouded Memories
“How did the conversation begin?”
“I sat down in the seat opposite her. It was incredibly awkward to greet her because we both knew why we were there. I just told her to let me have it.”
“That’s what you said? ‘Let me have it’?” Alex stared at Sam in disbelief.
“What else would you say to the woman who had spent seven years harboring such animosity? I couldn’t likely begin by talking about the weather or how she was doing. Ya’ know?”
“So what did she say?”
“She asked me how I could do this to her, that she thought we had been friends. She accused me of taking advantage of her in order to get close to her husband. She told me that I had broken her heart and stolen the love of her life. She told me that there had been no problems between her and Steve before I came into the picture. She accused me of being needlessly cruel to her during their separation and through the divorce.”
“But I thought you had stayed out of it. Did she forget that?”
“Alex, you know how some women can get. She conveniently forgot a lot about what actually happened. Like, for instance, how I sat down with both Sheila and Steve and told them that if their marriage was worth saving, that I would step out of the way and we could each take a different path in our lives. She forgot that she actually told me she was done with Steve and that she was relieved that he was no longer her problem. She called him all sorts of names and told me that I deserved the problems he was going to bring into my life. She told me she had hated Steve for a long time and that I was doing her a favor.”
“She said this to you before they were divorced?”
“Yeah, she did. But she conveniently forgot all of this over the last seven years.”
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February 7, 2013 at 7:09 AM
This felt like a conversation I was eavesdropping on – felt slightly guilty but couldn’t help devouring what was going on. Well done.
February 7, 2013 at 12:00 PM
LOL. I suppose if the two were worried about eavesdroppers, it would be a conversation saved from the public arena of a Starbucks.
Glad you are reading, Sandra!
February 7, 2013 at 5:19 AM
People always like to make a scapegoat of someone they do not like-even if they are not really to blame-it makes them feel less guilty & gain more sympathy too;-)And of course,for some people it is like,”Even though I don’t want him/her/it,I don’t want you to have him/.her/it or enjoy it without guilt.”,lol!Great story,enjoyed it:-)
February 7, 2013 at 6:31 AM
Exactly! Funny how people are!
February 7, 2013 at 6:40 AM
February 6, 2013 at 12:09 PM
Oh well now!! Oh boy, there’s been a lot of hard feelings going on for seven years! Well that certainly makes the situation ripe for just about anything. Oh you could go anywhere with this! Your dialogue is natural and believable too!
February 6, 2013 at 12:34 PM
Thank ya!
February 6, 2013 at 6:12 AM
Terrific dialogue story telling! Memory is certainly selective, relative and volatile.
btw, this phrase jarred me “couldn’t likely begin” – is it a local dialectical thing?
February 6, 2013 at 10:19 AM
I don’t know if it’s a dialect thing, or just an egregious error in dialogue. I keep reading it and it never seems quite right. I am not going to analyze it too much because people often say questionable things off the cuff.
But maybe I ought to change it.
February 5, 2013 at 8:37 PM
Geez, I wouldn’t want to be around anyone who’d been feeding a grudge for seven years…talk about bitter! I doubt Sam lending her ear and being subject to the put-downs will do much to dissolve the animosity.
February 6, 2013 at 10:17 AM
I don’t know whether it would or not. I suppose it could either be a huge break through or a terrible mistake, right? Then again, maybe Sheila will get so embarrassed by her rant that she tucks her tail between her legs and retreats to the corner.
February 5, 2013 at 7:28 PM
Convenient indeed
I’m loving how this unfolds with each piece.
February 6, 2013 at 10:15 AM
Thank you! Let me know if you have advice because you are reading the novel as it unfolds.
February 5, 2013 at 7:50 AM
Time has a way of smoothing out our part in things sometimes.
February 5, 2013 at 8:58 AM
It’s funny that you’d say that. Sometimes I wonder if the opposite is also true. I know I’ve been in situations where I felt totally justified immediately after doing something and then, in time, felt like a complete butt-head about how I acted. I guess it depends on how honest and accountable we want to be for what we do.
Thanks for reading!
February 5, 2013 at 5:38 AM
I’m not sure I’d volunteer to sit down for that conversation! No good can come of rehashing a situation like that…
February 5, 2013 at 9:00 AM
I think Sam’s perspective is more along the lines of clearing the air so that they can begin to heal themselves. I, for one, would only give so much of my time to allowing another person to berate me. LOL
February 4, 2013 at 11:07 PM
great story… and it’s so true, people will remember things exactly as how they wish to remember them.
February 5, 2013 at 9:01 AM
It’s amazing how time can alter our perception of what happens in any given situation. I find it is easy to make my memory fit the way I want things to look, but internally, I know the difference between my reality and actual reality.
Thanks for reading, KZ!
February 4, 2013 at 9:21 PM
This is common when one does not want to take responsibility. Gooe writing.
February 5, 2013 at 9:03 AM
Absolutely. Of course, there is also the component of our fickle nature as emotional creatures: we can change our perception to match our ever-changing whims. In my experience it can go both ways; there can be extreme inaccountability on one side and extreme martyrism on the other.
Thanks for taking time to read and comment, Katie!
February 4, 2013 at 8:41 PM
Ha! I knew she was no longer in love with him.
February 5, 2013 at 9:08 AM
I guess that begs a question: Was she really falling out of love with him if she chose to harbor resentment for almost a decade because he fell in love with someone else? Or would it have been more acceptable for her to find someone else and do the dumping, rather than Steve? (It often seems like it is easier for the one leaving to move on than the one left.) But the biggest question is how long will she continue to stew over something that can no longer be changed? Isn’t it just better to unburden herself of the anger and rebuild a new life for herself? I think that is where Sam was heading when she agreed to the sit down.
February 4, 2013 at 8:07 PM
Love what you’re doing here.
Really have to get off my but and read the rest of it.
February 5, 2013 at 6:12 AM
No…. stay ON your butt and read it! LOL
February 4, 2013 at 4:08 PM
It’s interesting how some people have selective memories.
February 4, 2013 at 5:05 PM
I think we all do it. As I like to say: there are three sides to every story; yours, mine, and the truth.
February 4, 2013 at 2:26 PM
I love this story!
February 4, 2013 at 5:03 PM
February 4, 2013 at 2:19 PM
Memory can be a funny thing.
February 4, 2013 at 5:02 PM
Isn’t it just! I swear I was always smarter and better looking than I seem to actually be! Lol