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 now sharing from Chapter 45, “Imre’s Revenge,” of my hiatused WIP The Strongest Branches of Uprooted Trees.
It’s November 1945, and Imre has stayed behind in Budapest instead of being smuggled into Italy with his girlfriend Csilla and their friends. He’s on a mission to perform some modern Herculean labors, starting with going to Csilla’s hometown Abony to recover important possessions she hid last year.
The gendarme who now owns Csilla’s house has come upon Imre after the unearthing of the treasure, and Imre asked if his name were Botond Mészáros. He admits this, but refuses to tell a complete stranger who broke into his home if he were in the Arrow Cross as well. Imre is becoming more and more furious, and refuses to back down.
This has been slightly tweaked to fit ten lines.
Courtesy FOTO:Fortepan/Lissák Tivadar
“So what if my family got upgraded to a new house? The former owners were gone so long, someone had to claim it in their absence. The oldest daughter tried to look around a few months ago, but she ran away like a coward when I opened the door.”
“You admit to torturing my girlfriend last May, treating her like a dangerous criminal and common whore, flogging her feet, putting live electrical wires into her body, and doing other things I don’t even want to say out loud?”
Mr. Mészáros spat on the floor. “If it’ll get you the hell out of my house, yes, I did help with interrogating Bergman Csilla and other people we had reason to believe knew more than they were letting on about the location of hidden treasure and names of more enemies. Since she wasn’t a rich girl, and didn’t have any power beyond a minor ghetto leadership position, we didn’t press the matter. Now get the hell out of my house, and leave those things behind. Thanks for digging up my floor to look for treasure. Had I known the former owners buried anything, I would’ve been down here months ago.”