My writing prompt of today is to provide a plot for this conversation, which is typed below. What’s the story behind this situation?
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“I don’t know why you’re putting up so much resistance.” I rested my elbow on the back of the bench. “It’ll work.”
Naomi stared at across the park as moms with preschoolers and babies played near the duck pond. “You have a lot more confidence in your plan than I have. So many things could go wrong.”
“I know.” I rubbed my forehead. “I have thought this through. I know the risks. It can work and work fantastically. All our problems will be solved.”
“If we pull it off.” She crossed her legs. “If we don’t …”
I closed my eyes. “I know that too. We don’t need to cover it again.”
“Maybe we should.” Naomi still didn’t look at me. “We should remind ourselves what failure means.”
“Not trying at all is worse.”
Her head swirled to me. “You really think–” She gasped, uncrossed her legs, and picked up her phone from where she’d set it on the bench. She said to the screen, “Noah just entered the park.”
My spine turned to ice, but without any hurry, I pivoted in my seat, removing my arm from the back of the bench. Shielding my eyes from the noon sun, I gazed to the duck pond, then snuck a quick peek to my right.
Noah and two other guys stood in the gate to the park.
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I can’t wait to read your inspiration for the plot behind this conversation!
Interesting! You could take that so many directions! Here’s mine:
“But we were raised as sisters. So what that we only had the same dad.” I focus my eyes on everything and nothing at the same time. The walking path is full of families whose lives aren’t this complicated. “Can’t we still act like sisters?” Pretend we didn’t just discover that the man we thought was our father died and the military documents revealed that he isn’t who we thought he was.
Tori pretends to shield her eyes from the sun, but I see her swipe away a tear. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re sisters. But Dad – whoever he was – left us in a dangerous position. Since I look like him and the paperwork is incriminating and my mom hated him, I have to go into hiding.”
I take off my necklace, my beloved graduation gift, and press it into her palm. She swallows hard and gives me an envelope. “Don’t open this until you’re locked in your bathroom. Read it and then destroy it.” She pulls me into a tight hug and when she releases me I stare at the blank envelope in my hands. When I look up, she’s already gone.
Intriguing! You’ve hinted in a way that wants me to learn more.