HEARING VOICES CHARACTER BLOGFEST (Part 3)

Friday, February 10, 2012

My RFW post for The Long, Cool Aphrodisiac will be up tomorrow.  I'm also participating in Justin W. Parente's 2nd HOOK, LINE AND SINKER blogfest, and DL Hammon's ORIGINS blogfest; both posts set for Monday, 2/13.  I also signed up for Hope Roberson's Is It Hot In Here blogfest on 2/14.  Need I say what I'll be doing this weekend?

Yeehaw; made it to the final day of Cassie Mae and  Angela Cothran's I'm Hearing Voices character blogfest.  I've been a bad blogger and haven't gotten around to everyone's submissions, but I figure I can make up over the weekend.  It will be cool to read all three excerpts together anyway.

Todays final posting is Emotion Flash Fiction.  " Emotion is the engine of a story. Pick an emotion and in a flash fiction piece of 250 words MAKE us feel it! We want to connect with your character. This will be a challenge in 250 words."

If you viewed my previous two posts, characters on the couch and Dialogue Introductions, you'll recognize my two MC from my women's fiction novel Not Her Mother's Fate.  I had to tweak this a lot to fit the criteria for the blogfest.  I sure most people did the same :)

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As she turned on the shower, a screech of outrage startled an answering scream from Amy.

“Fuck; shut it off,” a voice yelled from behind the floral veil.

Amy slashed back the curtain, not sure who she expected to see in the bottom of her tub. “Robert?”

“Damn girl, shut it off!”

She twisted the knob quickly, then stared down at the last person she would expect to be in her bathroom at this hour of the morning. “What the hell are you doing here Robert?”

“Shit! I’ve passed out in many tubs Amy, but this is the first time I’ve ever been soaked.”

“What’s wrong with the couch? You’ve crashed on it often enough over the last three weeks to pay rent.”

“How do you know that? You’re never here.”

“I’ve seen you passed out a couple mornings when I come in. And Joy tells me every time you come over.”

“And the gifts? She gives you my gifts?”

“Yes, I got them. You really shouldn’t waste your money on me.” So far, he’d brought her flowers he picked from his mom’s garden, a key chain with Amy’s name on it, and a scarf so colorful it hurt her eyes.

“My money, I’ll spend it how I want. I keep hoping to catch you at home, maybe ask you out.”

She waited, but apparently his courage ended with his stated intentions. He looked more anxious than she felt.
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Thanks for stopping by, and for offering your feedback.  Both are equally appreciated.  I can't wait to start reading the other blogfest posts and see who wins the prizes.