WeWriWa—The pursuit begins


Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. I’m skipping a few pages ahead of last week’s snippet, after Violetta revealed she’s left-handed as a result of injury, not the way she’s been from birth. Igor asked if she broke her arm, and she said she’d prefer not to discuss something so personal. Then Igor said his own mother had a very serious injury to her right arm almost 10 years ago and was forced to switch too.

They then discussed their favorite artists, and Igor suggested Violetta might show him some of the work of these new-to-him artists at a museum sometime. She matter-of-factly agreed, and then their discussion led to the revelation that Violetta plans to never marry. Once again, she claimed that was something too personal and complicated to discuss, and asks if they can return to discussing art.

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Igor gets back to the original topic, though his mind is far away.  He wonders if perhaps Violetta is like his mother, a tomboy against most social conventions, and just hasn’t been tamed or met the right fellow yet.  At the end of their conversation, Igor smiles, says he hopes he sees her around again sometime, and goes to find the books he came here for.

At the checkout desk, he sees Violetta limping out of the library, her satchel slung over her left shoulder, her sketchbook tucked under her right arm.  Not wanting to press his luck or make her suspect anything, he doesn’t turn to smile or wave at her, though he hurries out of the library as quickly as possible after all his books have been checked out.

On Washington Square, he walks swiftly behind her, not too close to be creepy but not too far to lose sight of her.  He’s heard it’s one of the oldest tricks in the book to pretend to bump into a woman just to get some physical contact or talk to her, just like the old trick of pretending to yawn in the movies to put one’s arm around a date.  Since Violetta limps, it’d be cruel as well as cliché to pretend to knock into her.  Igor has no idea what caused this limp, but he doesn’t want to worsen it.  He debates whether or not he should give her a ride as he trails behind Violetta, until she turns at the corner and calls back to him.



13 comments on “WeWriWa—The pursuit begins

  1. Ed Hoornaert says:

    I like that while he was debating himself, she was aware of him all the time.


  2. Karen Michelle Nutt says:

    Love his inner thoughts as he debates what to do.


  3. Author Jessica E. Subject says:

    LOL Caught! And he thought he was being sneaky. Great snippet! 🙂


  4. I love how intrigued he is, and how his thoughts are going in all directions! and meanwhile she knows he’s there. Excellent excerpt!


  5. Love that last line, Carrie-Anne.

    You did a good job of painting the scene for your readers. 🙂


  6. Jenna Jaxon says:

    Wonderful cliffhanger! I can’t wait to see what she says to him! He thinks he’s been so clever, but I guess he’s got a long way to go to being a decent spy. LOL


  7. P.T. Wyant says:

    LOL. Good thing he’s not planning a career in espionage or private investigations!


  8. Love that she knew it all along. I wonder what her reaction is though… Good snippet. Tweeted.


  9. He’s failed at being inconspicuous for sure! Now he has to hope she’s not too angry at the stalking.


  10. Kim Magennis says:

    I agree with Ed. I suspect she was aware of him from the beginning!


  11. He seems so clueless. I hope she’ll know better.


  12. Love his inner thoughts.


  13. She knew he was there the whole time! I hope she’s not mad about that. LOL. Love the comparisons in this one and his inner monologue. Very nicely done.


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