Saturday, March 24, 2012
For this weeks Romantic Friday Writers prompt SHE WEARS MY RING, I was undecided whether to write something new for RFW, or poach from a WiP. Oddly enough, I have several scenes with rings in my women's fiction novels. Finally, I decided on a compromise, cuz editing an existing scene to fit a prompt criteria and writing a new 400 word excerpt seemed like the same amount of work. The other more appealing option was not to post and just read everyone else's hard work this week.
My submission is from my second novel in the trilogy; the book is as yet untitled. This is a scene that never happened in the novel, but embodies all Cal and Amy's characteristics, fears, and hopes for normal family life.
This weeks challenge is a song prompt to the phrase "she wears my ring," and the phrase must be included in the text. I'm posting the Johnny O'Keefe video that our hostess L'Aussie Denise contributed to assist in the sentiment, and my 393 word excerpt is below that. As always, constructive criticisms are welcome. I'm still learning how to write romance.
Cal settled himself deeper into the crook of the sofa, feet propped up on the coffee table as he sipped his beer and watched Amy being pulled around the room. He smiled at Amy’s discomfort in being the spotlight at a party.
Amy turned around, her warm brown eyes entreating him to rescue her from Joy’s enthusiasm. Cal’s smile deepened, and instantly he wished to share his happiness with his best friend Robert. Of course if Robert were still alive, Cal wouldn’t be reveling in this happiness.
Cal put his beer between his knees, relit the joint, sucked in a lungful and imagined Robert’s ghost was sitting beside him.
“She wears my ring,” Cal told Robert’s ghost.
Cal imagined Robert lifting a brew of his own. “She was mine first, Bro.”
“I know,” Cal said, watching Amy through a haze of smoke and shifting bodies.
“She wouldn’t wear my ring,” Robert’s shade pouted.
Cal imagined Robert taking a long pull on the beer, then reaching for the joint. He missed Robert. There was an ache in Cal’s soul for his adopted brother that even Amy’s unexpected love couldn’t fill.
“I would have stood aside forever; to see you both happy.”
“Don’t hurt her Bro. Not like I did.”
Cal groaned, squeezing his fists around the beer and weed that had interfered so with Robert and Amy’s future together. Setting both on the table, Cal suddenly became aware of the noise of the room; the crowd, the buzz of conversations, the music. The Beetles, When I’m 64. Amy so far from his arms, too much distance between them.
He closed the gap with a few quick strides, people melting out of his way as if they knew the importance of his movement. He touched Amy’s elbow, and she jerked away. Cal’s heart sank with uncertainty. Then she glanced back at him, and rushed into his open arms, and he nuzzled his lips and nose in her hair, her neck.
Amy giggled and wrapped her slender arms around him. He swayed against her to the music. Their whole future played out in Cal’s mind; the kids, the home, the inevitable gray hairs and arguments and grand kids. He mentally picked out a set of rocking chairs and vowed to give up smoking.
“I love you Mrs. Mertz,” Cal shouted for the whole world to hear.
It is so past my sleepy time; thank goodness I don't have to work today and can sleep in a little. To read other RFWer posts or to sign up on the linky and post your own excerpt, click here. You don't have to be a member of RFW to post an excerpt or comment on the participant's submissions. Feel free to lurk until you feel comfortable with the site and the prompts.
This will be the last RFW posting until May 4, as many of the members are participating in the A-Z challenge through April. This blog will be on holiday during that month.
Have a good weekend everyone, and I'll see you on Monday for Unicorn Bell's A Picture Paints 1000 words blogfest.