Testing the waters on writing conversations, need feedback on how it flows. |
Seven-thirty a.m. Friday “Well where the hell are your socks?” I ask. “I don’t know, they were here on the table but when I got back from the bathroom they were gone.” Said Hanna. “Okay, well socks don’t just get up and walk away, so finish eating breakfast and FIND them!” I demanded. I need coffee, it is too early “Kim, I can’t find my library book, I need it! It’s due back today and if I don’t have it I’m going to get into trouble!” Cathy uproariously stated. “Well where did you leave it?” I asked. “I don’t know." She said. “Well, where was the last place you remember seeing it?" I asked. “In my back pack…Oh, never mind, it’s in my back pack.” She said. Kill me “Mom, don’t forget parent teacher conferences are tonight. Six-thirty, you do remember, right mom?” Beth asked. “Yes, of course, conferences, six-thirty, got it.” I responded. The coffee is getting closer “Kim, um, did my dad tell you that I need money for shop?" Anthony asked. “No, for what?!” I asked. “A woods project we’re doing.” He said. “How much?” I asked. “Seventy.…” He began. “What?! Seventy DOLLARS?” I interrupted. Reaching… reaching … "Oh look Hanna, SOCKS, behind the coffee pot, of course that’s where they are." I said. |