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WeWriWa—Waking up to unexpected news


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 right after last week’s, starting the second section of this chapter.

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, and discovered he broke his entire dominant hand. His mother promised to hide him until she could find someone to smuggle him out of Hungary. Imre may have killed the gendarme, which puts his life in danger.

Rizi-bizi, Copyright Dithie at WikiCommons

Imre slept until early evening, so conked-out by the morphine and his body’s overwhelming need to rest and start recovering after that huge shock to the system. When he finally awoke, he heard a strange voice drifting in from the living room, commingled with the delicious scent of chicken soup, stuffed peppers, and rizi-bizi. Then the throbbing pain in his hand made itself known again, and he rushed into the washroom with the empty glass on his nightstand and the bottle of codeine.

“You’re going on a little journey,” the stranger informed him when he made his appearance. “Your mother already retrieved your luggage for you, so you’re ready to go as soon as you eat.”

“Where am I going?” Imre asked. “Who are you?”

“I’m from the Brihah, my good man. It’s our job to get as many people out of Europe and into Palestine as possible. Your mother tells me your friends recently left for Italy, and now you’re going to join them.”


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.

11 thoughts on “WeWriWa—Waking up to unexpected news

  1. Wondering what rizi-bizi is.

    Has Imre had it before? Is it a favourite meal/condiment?

    And the setup in the second paragraph from the journey-sooth-sayer…


      1. Carrie-Anne:

        Thank you!

        isn’t it amazing how many people can make things gourmet with a little effort?

        Or how little it can take to make a thing gourmet?

        Imre’s mother obviously has a gift.

        Rizi = risotto = I get that now!

        Bizi = would that be a description for the peas?


  2. Kind of a mixed moment–he awakens in great pain to a delicious sounding breakfast and the announcement of a strenuous journey. I might want to go back to sleep myself after that awakening.


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