Exercise Wednesday: Is that a gun in your purse or are you just happy to see me?
You’re eating lunch with a friend, a kind-hearted soul–the type of person who tries to shoo the moths out of the house, rather than killing them. She’s dressed smartly in a green double-breasted suit jacket with a black blouse underneath.
As you eat, you’re catching up on old times–college, or maybe from when you worked together a job or two ago. You’re enjoying the conversation and you can tell she is, too, because there’s a certain spark in her eyes that’s re-enforced in the smile that seems to never leave her lips as she speaks and eats.
You’re just telling yourself that you can’t allow yourself to lose track of each other again, when her expression changes. The spark in her eyes is extinguished, replaced by a hard blackness you’d never seen there before, never noticed, even when she was angry.
You don’t get the question out. She’s slung her purse over her shoulder and started to stand.
“Stay here. If the opportunity arises, get out and run. And don’t come back.” Her voice is different, too. Hard and cold. And commanding in a way you never thought was possible for her.
You try again. “Wha–?”
But this time you aren’t cut off by her words, but by the gun she’s pulled from her purse.
“Stay down. And like I said, get out if you can.”
Even though she has a gun, you reach out and grab her arm. “What are you doing?”
As she looks down at you, the hardness in her eyes fades and the familiar easily comes back, mixed with sadness and maybe even dread and a little fear.
“I’m sorry this had to happen now.”
Your job–figure out what happens next. Why did she pull the gun? Why is she carrying one? What’s different about her than you knew and how does it affect you?
Time limit: 30 minutes for a quick story…forever if you want to work it into a larger story.