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Speechless in Asheville by Diana Flegal

Some days I have nothing to add to the conversation of others.

Which got me to questioning how one might address this in a novel?

Here is the result of my writing exercise:

Marks eyebrows arched and his nostrils flared, “I want to know what you think, now!”

With a stomp of one foot, Sally turned and soldierly exited the room.

I think it would be great fun if in the comment section below, you would share an example of yours.





  1. Mia wondered if the rumor about Ben was true. Maybe she shouldn’t have offered to pick him up at the airport. Perhaps he met someone else while he was away, or he fell in love with another officer—one of the young blonds who flirted with him at the sendoff barbecue.
    Ben descended the steps of the airplane and rushed to catch up with a lovely blond lady. As he approached the waiting crowd, he handed a bouquet of flowers to the young blond and raced the last few steps towards Mia.
    Is he in that much of a hurry to dump me? Tears threatened to fall as she held her breath and clenched her teeth.
    He fell on one knee and pulled out a ring box just as the blond handed her the bouquet of white roses. “Mia, will you marry me? I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day we met.”
    Mia gasped and broke into a flood of tears.

    🙂 Thanks for the opportunity to write for fun, dear Diana. Blessings ~ Wendy Mac 🙂

  2. diana says:

    Wendy, great job of showing us her joy without words. Such a lovely scene- especially fitting on Valentines Day 🙂

  3. Jon Guenther says:

    As he stepped from the ICU ward room, his two adult children — brother and sister — rushed up the hallway to where he stood.

    “How is she?” the young man asked breathlessly.

    Their father looked at them, eyes bloodshot, before he shook his head, quietly closed the door, and wrapped his arms around their necks.

  4. Rafella fumbled with the keys to her 5th story brown house apartment. It was going to be another one of those days. Tears began to swell as she dropped the bag of groceries. The paper bag was now soaking wet from the broken eggs. As she leaned over scooping up the mess below the half-open bottle of Pepsi spilled on her work uniform. How ironic, Harry’s Laundry & Dry Cleaning. She leaned against the graffiti-filled wall. Angrily muttering in Spanish,” America the land of opportunity, baloney”. She lived alone, worked a double shift six days a week at the laundromat. It was a 30-minute walk through Jamacia Plains,, one of Boston’s most dangerous areas due to cocaine sales.

    She heard someone climbing the old, wooden, creaking stairs. Sounded like they were now on the 3rd floor or was it the 4th? Again, she fumbled for her keys were they in her pocketbook, her coat or the grocery bag, The stranger had now arrived at the fifth floor. He statred at her. She recognized him. It was Norman. Norman was mentally retarded and was mute. She recalled that initially she was terrified of this massive, overweight man. Last time they spoke things went well.They had a brief pleasant talk. She spoke slowly, maintained constant eye contact and used hand gestures to communicate. She prayed and held her rosary as they chatted in the hall. It must have worked because Norman even smiled.

    She attempted the same procedure but she obviously did something wrong. Whatever she said or did it really upset him. Although he never touched her he was definitely invading her personal space and she began trembling. He was now shouting and clenching his fist, She gestured, palms up and then downward, mouthing the words slowly. Norman I am so sorry. I am sorry, drawing out the word as slowly as could be. She even lowered her voice to a whisper ..” Norman, please forgive me. Mouthing the words slowly, ” I am sorry. Please forgive me. Norman “.

    THANK YOU DIANA. It was fun. I am so looking forward to getting to know you and to learn from you. I truly feel blessed!

  5. Anna Fern Hinds says:

    After the game, the singing of her beloved hymns had a soothing effect on Annie. Johnny seemed more reserved, contemplative, as she studied him from across the room. Probably tired from the exertion of the ball game. They found each other afterward. Holding plates piled with homemade potato chips, they moved from the crowd into the cool of the night.
    “Seems like everyone around here is paired off now.” Johnny wasted no time in getting to the topic fore front in his mind.
    “Ach, well, so it does,” Annie answered.
    Before she realized she was thinking out loud, the words slid from her mouth. “Maybe we should just do the same.”
    Johnny’s face brightened. “Would you consider me for a husband? Seems we could make a good team, not?”
    “No one knows me better than you,” she whispered.
    Their eyes met. The deep brown of his, the sharp black of hers. The porch lantern shed the only light for miles around them, illuminating a love, that for Annie had started seven years ago, in a corner of the field.

  6. Stephan says:

    Opening the door, I reached to switch on the light with an equivocal expectancy.
    ‘Close the door and don’t put on the light.’
    I did as the voice told me. My legs wanted to fold beneath me, and the ferocity with which my heart was beating, was faster than from the two hundred yards sprint to the railway terminal.
    During the liberation of the French City of Nancy in September of 1944, I had been part of small force of French Resistance fighters. We were operating behind enemy lines to collect intelligence of German positions, when we were succumbed to a bombardment by American tanks.
    I was now experiencing the same effect as on that day, with the shock waves of the exploding shells passing over my head leaving me dazed and stunned. I stood motionless, waiting for my heartbeat to subside, not trusting my voice.
    ‘I thought you were dead’, she said.
    ‘ Across the street, you were the woman in the shadows.’
    ‘Yes, I recognized you, despite the disguise. Because of the Stasi agents, I could not come out.’
    ‘I searched for you, after the war, all over. You had disappeared without a trace.’
    She was a dark form across the room. What irony, I thought. That night, sixteen years ago, the room had also been dark.

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