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. This week’s snippet comes a bit after last week’s.
It’s November 1945, and Imre chose to stay behind in Budapest when his girlfriend Csilla and their friends were smuggled into Italy. Hoping to prove himself a hero, he went to Csilla’s hometown Abony to recover important possessions she hid last year.
Imre got into a violent fight with the gendarme who took over Csilla’s house, Mr. Mészáros, which may have ended in murder. He fled back in Budapest, and now is at a nearby hospital with his mother. The doctor has just explained Imre broke his entire left hand, his dominant hand.
This has been slightly tweaked to fit ten lines.
© Nevit Dilmen
The doctor wrapped gauze around Imre’s hand and put it in a splint. Then, at last, the blessèd morphine was injected.
“Were you in a bar fight, son, or did one of those damned Russians attack you?”
Imre looked at the doctor warily. “Are you going to keep this information private? I don’t want word about this to get around.”
“Think of me like a priest. Everything we say is confidential, and can’t be used in court. What exactly did you do?”
“I think I killed someone,” Imre blurted out.