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17.4.08
Exercise 38 - Connecting Ideas

How well can you connect an idea with another different idea? Below is a list of sentences.


1. It was inevitable.

2. I couldn't believe it.

3. It wasn't what I expected.

4. She came like she said she would.

5. He nodded and quietly walked away.

6. Does he suspect something?

7. She wanted to see me.

8. It's not over yet.

9. I'll never know.

10. Not really.

 

Instructions:

Pick any two sentences from the list and connect them together by writing prose in between the two sentences (250-300 words). You can use narrative (first, second or third person), dialogue, whatever -- be creative, you can even choose what genre you like. Example: 

            She came like she said she would. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. I'll never know.

Below is what I wrote:

It wasn't what I expected.   

From out of nowhere Skeeter had produced a white envelope.  Pristine except for my name hand-printed in neat lettering in the middle, he stood there in front of my desk extending it to me with one hand.  A resignation letter?  For a few awkward moments I let him wait before I swiped it from his shaking fingers.

When he had emailed me earlier if he could see me for a minute, I thought it he wanted to discuss the SuperFerry account, our biggest client.  I replied that he could come right in anytime.   

This is definitely not what I expected. 

His poker face betrayed nothing.  Had I been that hard on him these past weeks?   I can’t lose Skeeter now!  Not in the middle of our biggest and most important account pitch.  Skeeter was doing the presentation and he was my best art director. 

“What’s this?” I managed to say evenly.

Skeeter’s impish face broke into a broad grin.  “It’s a little late but…” he hesitated. 

“Listen, I’m in the middle of something right now but we should talk.”

“Sure boss.  About SuperFerry?”   

“No.”  A little surprised by his response, I casually fingered the envelope’s flap and pulled out the letter.   “About the company’s expansion plans this year.  You know.  Organizational adjustments.” 

“Great.  Anytime boss.” 

I lifted a fold.  It wasn’t a letter.  It was a birthday card!  For me! 

I held my breath and read the scribbled notes from the staff.  And then it hit me.  I had forgotten that yesterday was my birthday!  My own birthday! 

“You remembered.”  I declared in a flat tone.  I looked up at Skeeter and managed a rare smile, or a hint of one. 

“It’s belated, but we were swamped yesterday and sort of, you know, forgot.” 

“Thanks.  Let’s meet later at four.”  I looked up at him and stared him down.”  So he wasn’t resigning after all.  You turd!  Giving me a brief scare!

He nodded and quietly walked away.


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October 31, 2011   09:51 PM PDT
 
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October 31, 2011   09:42 PM PDT
 
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orven
April 29, 2008   07:48 PM PDT
 
Great story in between the two lines. I think you really pulled it off.
Diem
April 21, 2008   12:01 PM PDT
 
She wanted to see me.

It’s been ten years since I last saw Anna. She’s this girl I thought who would be young in fun forever.

We became close friends from the first day in high school, natural as the sun in the sky. Graduation came and passed, I had to move away. We promised to keep in touch. Anna always asked when I could come ‘home’; something always came up as my excuse. Excuses I regretted when I heard she married. Heart bruised, I felt I had no reason to come home.

The last message I received was ever so Anna, “If you won’t come to then I’ll come to you, promise!”

She would keep her promise had not her untimely death gave her the ultimate excuse. Haunted by shame and guilt, I thought of visiting but the sight of her inside that casket would mar my memories.

Last night, I dreamed of her. I’m back in the classroom during lunch break. Anna comes in. She’s on the spotlight today, the first girl of our grade to wear lipstick, a glossy rose. “Sister Mary said I’m too young to use lipstick. The other girls said I look old.”

“They’re wrong. You look wonderful, Anna.”

Anna coos when pleased. She wraps her arms around me, presses her face against my cheek. The scent of her warmth burns. She laughs, seeing the lipstick mark.

In real memory, she wiped the mark off. In my dream, I stopped her hand, the mark and the feeling of her kiss remained.

Awake, I touched a warm place on my face. I stood up, turned on the lights, and faced the mirror. There it was, a deep rosy outline of Anna’s kiss on my cheek.

She came, like she said she would.
 

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