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 fled back to Budapest after a violent fight with the gendarme who took over Csilla’s house, Mr. Mészáros. He’s now at a nearby hospital with his mother, and has gotten the news he broke his entire left hand, his dominant hand. His mother is horrified to learn he may have killed someone, but the doctor applauds him for fighting for his woman’s honor.
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The doctor looked at Imre a little more closely. “I’d never expect a fellow who looks like you to get into a violent fight that possibly ends in murder. You look like a soft intellectual or poet, not a man’s man who fights for his woman.”
“I punched the wall by mistake after he’d passed out,” Imre went on, ignoring the slight to his masculinity. “I was so angry, I didn’t realize he’d fallen. Then I kicked him over and over, and finished him off with a shovel to the head. I wasted no time in getting the hell out of there with my girlfriend’s valuables on her old sled. Boy, I can’t wait to start giving her back all these things. I’m going to surprise her in Italy with her old stuffed bat and scarf, and then gradually give her the rest for Chanukah and her birthday. She’ll be eighteen next month, and I can’t wait to give her the nicest presents she could hope for.”