This week’s Trifecta Challenge is a breath of fresh air. Last week seemed like the longest week of my life and I have been anxiously anticipating adding to “SWC.” The prompt/word given to challengers this week is the word dwell.The entries must be between 33 and 333 words. Part of the Trifecta Writing Challenge is to use words that have a third definition, and challengers must always use that definition. The definitions for dwell are as follows:
1) to remain for a time;
2a) to live as a resident;
2b) to exist, to lie
3a) to keep the attention directed– used with on or upon
3b) to speak or write insistently– used with on or upon
If you’ve followed my Trifecta entries so far, you know that for the last six weeks I have used these prompts to create a novel. It is slowly building at 333 words a week (with a 33 word cheat-add during a Trifextra Challenge). While I am grateful for the steady growth, I must admit that sometimes the pace at which I can add is a frustrating hindrance to the creative process. This week I couldn’t wait to add another piece to the puzzle!
“After what I have been through with Brian, I am beginning to realize that the mind will often remember only what it wants to; especially when the experiences are traumatic. I think that, for the most part, time and honest consideration can give us a different perspective on what we go through. Then again, some people are firmly lodged in their role as the victim and nothing will change their belief that everything was done to them without their consent or assistance,” Alex offered.
“I absolutely agree with you. I was always raised to believe that being a victim is the weakest possible role to play. As a victim, you are powerless to take any responsibility for the life you live. If that is the way that Sheila runs her life, it is no wonder she and Steve fell apart,” Sam replied.
“Sam, some men can be that way, though. They carry themselves in a manner that forces other people to cower before them.” Alex’s voice wavered slightly. Sam reached across the table and touched Alex on the arm.
“And with men like that, Alex, there really are victims.”
“But Steve isn’t like that,” Alex said, as she regained her composure. “So why would Sheila choose to be the victim?”
“I suppose it is easier for her to dwell on what happened to her, and not on what she did to create it,” Sam said, shrugging her shoulders.
“So, how long were the two of you sitting in Joe’s?”
“We were there for about an hour.”
“Did she do all the talking?”
“If by ‘talking’ you mean screaming, swearing, and making wild gestures: yes,” Sam shook her head.
Alex laughed and said, “I’m sorry you went through that. Why did you go?”
“I’m a glutton for punishment,” Sam laughed. “Really, I felt that once she heard herself launching her accusations at me, she would eventually get sick of hearing herself and shut up.”
“Apparently, because when I left, she hugged me.”
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