WeWriWa—Hovering between safety and danger

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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, getting treatment for a broken hand. Imre wants to return to his apartment with pain relief, but his mother is afraid it’s not safe for him to go anywhere.

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“After what you’ve admitted, the police might already be trying to track you down. I’ll hide you until we can find someone to smuggle you over the border. If you give me the address, I can go to Pasarét myself to retrieve your belongings.”

“Listen to your mother,” the doctor said. “She’s talking sense.”

Imre got some more morphine before being sent home with a big bottle of codeine and a prescription for more. On the taxi back to Wesselényi Utca, he hovered in the strange half-sleep state, until finally being back in his old bed. Hypnos visited him almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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.

WeWriWa—A crime of passion

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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. The doctor approves of Imre attacking someone to defend his girlfriend’s honor, though his mother is less approving.

Imre has just given more details about the incident and talked about how he can’t wait to start giving Csilla back her belongings as birthday and Chanukah presents when he sees her again.

Rubble-clogged streets of 1945 Budapest, the beautiful Pearl of the Danube a shadow of its former self

The doctor smiled. “This was a crime of passion alright. I suppose you intend to marry this lucky young lady.”

“You’d better, after you’ve possibly killed a man for her,” Mrs. Goldmark said. “You wouldn’t have done such a thing if you didn’t have serious feelings for Csilla.”

“I think I love her,” Imre admitted. “She might be unable to have children, and isn’t so sure she wants any children regardless, but I don’t care about that.”

“Why does she think she can’t have children?” the doctor asked. “Perhaps I can give my expert opinion, at least as far as I can without seeing her in person.”

WeWriWa—Conflicting reactions

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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 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. X-rays revealed Imre broke his entire left hand, his dominant hand. When the doctor asked how it happened, Imre confessed he may have killed someone. His mother is horrified and assumes this was a Soviet soldier. Imre then gives a summary of what happened.

Ward of Budapest’s Hospital in the Rock, Copyright Ali1234~commonswiki

Mrs. Goldmark shook her head. “I thought I raised you better than to break into people’s houses, even if you were motivated by noble intentions. I won’t even touch the issue of resorting to violence.”

The doctor chuckled. “It’s the law of the jungle, Mrs.—”

“Goldmark.”

“It’s simple man-to-man justice. Just a moment ago you said you hoped he’d killed a Russian soldier to protect his girlfriend. Why is this any different? He was avenging a woman’s honor, like a real man.”

WeWriWa—Awaiting medical attention

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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 got into a violent fight with the gendarme who took over Csilla’s house, Mr. Mészáros, which may have ended in murder. Now he’s back in Budapest, at his family’s apartment. His mother wants to know what happened to make him come back across the river to her in Pest after starting an independent adult life in Buda, but Imre is in too much pain to speak.

Bajcsy-Zsilinszky Hospital, Copyright Czimmy at Hungarian Wikipedia

Mrs. Goldmark got dressed as swiftly as possible, then helped Imre to the door and down the stairs. Imre continued screaming in agony as they walked down the street in search of a taxi. He was begging for more vodka by the time a taxi pulled up.

“Take us to Bajcsy-Zsilinszky Hospital,” Mrs. Goldmark said.

Imre slumped against his mother during the ride, which seemed to take all night. His senses were growing fuzzy by the time they entered the hospital.

“My son has a very painful hand injury,” Mrs. Goldmark told the receptionist. “I don’t think he can wait much longer to see a doctor.”

Imre made all the pain noises he could vocalize as they waited for a doctor to be brought out. When the doctor appeared, he had to be supported by both his mother and the doctor as they walked into an examining room.