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WeWriWa—From bad to worse

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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 determined 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, Mr. Mészáros, discovered Imre in the cellar and demanded he leave immediately, without the unearthed valuables. The normally peace-loving Imre flew into a white-hot rage during their increasingly heated discussion, and pushed Mr. Mészáros against the wall, punching him over and over. Now he’s on the floor, blood coming from his mouth and nose.

Fascist Arrow Cross flag of Hungary, November 1942–May 1945

Imre still wasn’t satisfied, and began kicking him again and again in the ribcage and head. His rage was still at white-hot levels, to the point he didn’t feel the throbbing pain in his hand anymore. As a final measure, he grabbed a shovel propped against the wall and banged Mr. Mészáros over the head with it.

“Now how does it feel to be at the mercy of someone who hates you and doesn’t give a damn about your pain?”

There was no response.

“Answer me, you faszfej! Don’t you dare ignore me when I’m speaking to you!”

Imre’s heart beat even faster when there was still no response. He grabbed Mr. Mészáros’s wrist to check for a pulse, then ripped open his shirt, revealing an Arrow Cross tattoo over his heart. In revulsion, Imre ran back to the valuables, put the postal bag around his neck, tucked the skis and globe stand under his left arm, and picked up the typewriter with his right hand.

Author:

I started reading at three (my first book was Grimm's Fairy Tales, the uncensored adult version), started writing at four, started writing book-length things at eleven, and have been a writer ever since. I predominantly write historical fiction family sagas/series. I primarily write about young people, since I was a young person myself when I became a serious writer and didn't know how to write about adults as main characters. I only write in a contemporary setting if the books naturally go into the modern era over the course of the decades-long stories being told over many books. I've always been drawn to books, films, music, fashions, et al, from bygone eras, and have never really been too much into modern things. If something or someone has appeal for all time, it'll still be there to be discovered after the initial to-do has died down. For example, my second-favorite writer enjoyed a huge burst of popularity in the Sixties and Seventies, but he wrote his books from 1904-43, and his books still resonate today, even after he's no longer such a fad. Quality lasts for all time.

6 thoughts on “WeWriWa—From bad to worse

  1. Oh dear, Imre’s probably in for a lot of trouble now…I think you did a good job of showing how his rage built and built and then he lost control of the situation. A well constructed snippet…

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