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WeWriWa—Difficult realities

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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. 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. He’s now at a nearby hospital with his mother. X-rays revealed he broke his entire left hand, his dominant hand. In the course of talking with the doctor, Imre mentioned Csilla might not be able to have kids, and the doctor asked why she thinks that.

Pasarét is a Bauhaus neighborhood on the hilly Buda side of the city, where Imre and his friends moved a few months ago.

Budapest 1945, the beautiful Pearl of the Danube 80% reduced to rubble

Imre clenched his unbroken fist. “The gendarme put live electrical wire into her uterus when he was torturing her.”

Mrs. Goldmark visibly cringed, and the doctor grimaced.

“That could certainly have a very negative impact on fertility, if the uterine lining were burnt off or damaged, but it doesn’t necessarily preclude conception. When you’re closer to marriage, she can undergo a few tests to see what’s going on. If she can’t have children, you can adopt some of these unfortunate war orphans.”

“May I please have some pain relief pills so I can be on my merry way back to Pasarét? I left all my things there, and I like my job as a waiter.”

“I’m not so sure it’s safe for you to go anywhere,” Mrs. Goldmark said.

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—Difficult realities

  1. Hmmmmm…

    Getting a good sense of the Pasaret neighbourhood and its buildings.

    And there wasn’t mandatory reporting at that time so Mrs G couldn’t tell about the wire and its effects.

    I don’t know if Csilla will pursue it or not.

    Imre likes his job as a waiter?

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  2. Well at least the doctor thinks there’s some hope…although the whole discussion of a woman who isn’t present to speak for herself is cringeworthy (but fits the times). You evoke the era so well. And I agree, Imre doesn’t seem to me to have a good grasp on how much trouble he’s going to be in soon. Your characters always seem so ‘real’!

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  3. It is odd to see that he doesn’t think he’s in any trouble and can resume his normal life. Of course, if there is no way to trace him back to the crime, perhaps no one will be looking for him, but i think that’s a long shot. He’d better be careful.

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