“. . . And you, love, what do you do?”
Maureen stared at Jenny Mallory – Mrs. Mallory to her and Sean – barely comprehending the question.
“What do you mean?” she asked, trying to be polite. It was only ten in the morning, but it has already been a long day.
“I mean lass, what do you do? You brought us Eoghan’s parcel, and for that we’re grateful. It’s just that I can’t see allowing a convent school chit and her young man to become involved in what we’re doing.”
Jenny Mallory was small and pleasantly round. She was Eoghan’s contact in Dublin, and he had assured Maureen that Mrs. Mallory would be amenable to the change in plans. Thinking the only thing pleasant about Mrs. Mallory was her plumpness, Maureen decided Eoghan may yet get himself killed, if only because he was a very poor judge of character.
“We’re sixteen,” Maureen lied. It was almost true; Sean would be sixteen in only a few days. “We have information, we know–”
“Maureen!” Sean hissed. She closed her mouth and shot him an evil glare. He wasn’t supposed to be hovering; she wouldn’t be able to convince Mrs. Mallory properly if he was listening. . .
D: That’s it, A? That’s all you’re going to write today?
A: Well … I’m writing now.
D: Talking to the character in your head and writing it out doesn’t count, A.
A: Translation counts, D.
D: Don’t make me scold you A. You wouldn’t like me if I scolded you.
A: You assume I like you now. And it does count – my world, my rules, Druid.
D: . . .
A: I’m distracted. It’s Monday. It’s beautiful outside. I have no drive, D.
D: Come on, A, just 400 more words . . . on Part 2. You can do it. You didn’t get up at 4:00 this morning like you promised yourself; do it now and then you can play outside.
A: . . . Fine. I’ll put the blog away. I’ll write. I think I have an idea, anyway. But before I do, can I give a shout-out to a dear lady who had some real inspiration?
D: I’ll allow it.
A: Gee, thanks, D.
The lovely Ionia at the Readful Things Blog has started The Community Storyboard. As she says, whether you are a reader or a writer, the site promises to have what you are looking for. It will ‘showcase poems, short stories and anything else that falls into the category of writing.’ Check it out, submit your work and enjoy – it promises to be a fantastic place. I know I’m very excited.
D: Oi, Miss Fancy-Pants A, what am I, chopped liver?
A: D, just because I’m excited about that doesn’t mean—
D: No A, you should say we’re very excited. Don’t leave me out – I’m excited too!
A: Smoke bombs and storyboards, right D?