It's that time again, everyone- time for the Red Writing Hood meme! This week's meme, for some reason, was way harder than I thought it would be. The idea is to create a short piece of fiction featuring the dialogue between two people arguing, focusing more more on the spoken than the setting details. I tossed around 4 or 5 different scraps of dialogue for different stories before settling on one, and even then I'm not sure if I'm happy with it. But it's done, and it's here, although I almost feel as if it is sub par. Who knows- maybe the others are destined to become a different story? Maybe they will open that door that will get a book published?
North By Northman
"I've got a new job, Mom," Jolie said. She took a sip of her lemonade.
"You did? That's fantastic! Where at?"
"Shreveport. I'm going to be an executive assistant for a club owner." Tabitha looked at her daughter skeptically.
"That's a long way from home, Jolie, and working in a club? Are you sure it's safe?"
"Of course it is. Mr Eric has top-notch security in the building day and night." Another sip of lemonade. "He said it's actually kind of boring there sometimes."
"I don't know," Tabby replied, still not fully sold on her eldest child going all the way to Louisiana. "Don't you think you could find something closer?" Jolie shook her head slowly.
"I've sent out my resume to so many places, Mom, and haven't gotten even the slightest nibble here. So I think I need to start fresh elsewhere, and this is exactly the change I need."
"What are you guys talking about?" Jolie's younger sister Dawn came into the kitchen and flopped on to the bar stool beside her.
"Jolie's found a job. In Shreveport, of all places," their mother answered. "At a club working as an assistant." Dawn's eyes got big.
Please tell me it's not the place I'm thinking of." Jolie didn't answer. "Are you serious? Jolie, that place is crawling with vamps! Everyone knows that!" Dawn shook her head. "Surely you aren't stupid enough to take this job, especially knowing their 'turnover rate'". This was complete with Dawn's self-patented air-quotes.
"Oh please," Jolie scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Like no other bar has ever gone through several bartenders in a short period of time."
"THEY WERE KILLED!" Dawn shrieked. Tabitha grabbed the end of the counter to steady herself as the news her girls were battling over suddenly sunk in.
"Vampires? Is that what she means?" Both girls looked at their mother and Jolie nodded meekly.