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I decided to organize a weekly creative writing exercise in the office to sharpen the skills of the writing pool. Everyone takes a turn inventing an exercise or a prompt.

The only general rule we've been using is that it should be doable in an hour or so. We've also tried to keep things fun.

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Exercise 25 - Dialogue 2


The original exercise was to write a song.  Any song.  We protested.  Two of us here are musicians and we've always written songs so what would the point be?  So Jovir did a quick research and emailed another set of instructions that involved 'prompts' and dialogue.  We debated the parameters further feeling the instructions were too open-ended and ambiguous.  We ended up settling on writing a dialogue, either play or prose, choosing from either of the three offered scenarios:

*Dialogue between a dying father and son

*Dialogue between a political candidate and his/her campaign manager

*Dialogue between a hot doctor/nurse and male patient.

I chose the first scenario.  Below is what I wrote.


Twilight thanks

I pushed the door open without knocking.  I didn't need to.  This was the second week I've been coming to the hospital and I had settled into a daily routine.  Exactly 30 minutes after I got off from work at 5pm I'd arrive.  Not a minute more, not a minute less.  I knew I'd be expected. 


The door's creaking hinge announced my arrival over the soft din of the air conditioner.  My dad stayed prone with eyes closed but I knew he wasn't sleeping. 


"No more mangoes, so I bought bananas instead.  I'll just buy some on my way home at the crossing.  I'll bring it tomorrow", I droned while shuffling across to the window where I dropped my purchases on the countertop.


My dad didn't answer.  He rarely did.  I plopped on the cheap plastic chair by the bedside and lifted my gaze up at the dextrose.  It's almost out.  I leaned forward and started to leave when my father's hand brushed against my hip. 


"Where are you going?" he managed to mumble.


"I was going to tell the nurse to replace your dextrose."


"Sit down, that can wait". 


I did, only because it dawned on me how weak he now sounded.  I reassumed my slouching position on my bedside station and twice crossed and uncrossed my legs. 


Slowly and deliberately, he asks me "How are you?  Are you ok?" 


"What dad?" I wondered where this was going.  My father rarely talked about personal things.  I doubt he even knew exactly what I did at work.  He'd keep telling Uncle Raven that I worked as a salesman when I had outgrown that job years ago.  I was currently an area sales manager.  I never bothered to explain the difference because to him, I knew there wouldn't be any.


"You seem uneasy.  How are things at the office?" 


I didn't answer for what must have been a full minute.  My dad never asked me such things before.


"Ben?"  He manages to startle me.


"It's ok.  Busy day but things are ok."


"And the kids?"


"Sarah's home playing with the yaya I think.  School's just over."


"How old is she now"




My dad opens his eyes and looks at me.  With a very slight dip of his face, he motions for me to come closer.  I just lean forward.  This wasn't something I was used to.  He starts to mouth something but hesitates and then shifts his gaze to the opposing blank wall.  He grunts something inaudibly. 


"What dad?"  I lean slightly closer straining to keep still.


"I said thank you."


A full minute passes.  I stare at the blinds and notice through the gaps that the sky outside has turned to feathery streaks of violet, like the petals of a withering rose.


"I said thank you for everything."  My dad repeats, still without looking at me.


"I forgot about the dextrose."  I murmur, and then I get up and walk out of the room.  I rub my eyes as I walk to the nurse's station.

Posted at 06:36 pm by bisoy


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