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.”