Write On Wednesdays Exercise 10 - A Gift of Serendipity... Take Felicity's Word of the Week. Write it at the top of your page. Set your timer for 5 minutes. Write the first words that come into your head after the Word of the Week. Stop writing when the buzzer rings.
Felicity's Word of the Week is... Piqued
This is part of a longer, ongoing piece I’m working on at the moment (or at least every Wednesday in five-minute increments… hahahaha). I’m kind of skipping around, so sorry if it doesn’t make sense out of context.
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The weekend passed in a blur of hours and endless chores and tasks. Olivia felt better, for the most part, throughout the days, but there were occasions when she’d get a wave of queasiness and have to take deep breaths to get through it. She kept silent about her stomach dilemma since she couldn’t figure out what was going on, and she didn’t want to needlessly worry Matthew. She was sure she’d just picked up a virus from an employee. She also didn’t want to have him treat her like an invalid for the rest of the weekend. By Monday, she was getting used to the challenge of ignoring the nausea or eating a handful of saltines to help ease it. She felt like a stoic warrior… like Gerard Butler in 300 or something. She was going to kick the stomach bug one way or the other.
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“Maybe you are pregnant,” Claire stated with a Cheshire grin.
“Don’t even go there. You know that’s not funny,” Olivia stuck her tongue out at her assistant. “Plus, I know this will fall under the category of ‘too much information’ but now I feel like you deserve it. Matthew, my darling mister, had himself snipped right after Elsie. Snip snip.” She made a scissor motion with her two fingers and smiled at the ‘ewww gross’ look that crossed Claire’s face.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” was Claire’s comeback. “You know the statistic.”
“What statistic?” Olivia asked, her curiosity piqued.
“The statistic that says that one couple in like eight million or something ends up pregnant *after* a vasectomy. Maybe you are lucky number eight million.”
“Now that is really not funny.” Olivia glared at Claire. “That is like a lotto statistic. Maybe I should start playing the lottery.”
Olivia dragged a chair over and sat down in front of Claire’s desk. "Let’s ignore your crazy comment and look at those numbers." The two sat and pored over the latest round of figures Claire had compiled.
10 comments:
I'm always so intrigued! Keep writing - I'm looking forward to reading the final!
She's pregnant! But what does this mean in the course of this storry, is it a good thing, a bad thing, or maybe nothing? Can't wait to read more!
I want to believe she's preggers too...it's too sad to think it's something bad. Good job!
So suspenseful! Wonder what will happen if she is pregnant? A great read.
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I bet that comment piqued her interest!!
I think she's pregnant too. Gotta be. Statistics don't matter when you are that One in a billion!
Gill x
Nice statistic. Is that true by the way? (As the only guy on these comments so far I feel that I must ask!)
Really nice piece of writing.
She could be pregnant, she could be very stressed, she might have a tummy bug - possibilities. Imagine being the one in 8 million!
Nice piece of writing.
Thanks for the nice comments, everyone. Adam, I'm not sure if it is a real statistic or not, I just know someone used that line on me when my husband and I were getting married and didn't plan on having any kids together. :D I guess I'll have to check it out now.
I haven't read any other installments of this, but your style is quite natural and engaging enough to interest me right away. Dialogue can be so clunky to write but yours is smooth & easy. I was intrigued even just jumping in right in what might be the middle. :)
Oops - I posted at twitches, which is my old blogger name. It's Cynthia (mareymercy) from TTL. I don't know how I ended up with so many names!
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