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Tiaras and Trucks

Friday, July 22, 2011

Disclosure

This piece is part of Greta's Story.  It happens sometime after The Godmother and before What She Wants.  Of course, I hope that it can stand alone if you're not familiar with her storyline.


He found her slumped against the wall, lean legs stretched in front of her.  Baby weight had never had the courage to creep into those legs.  Tears clung to her eyelashes, unsure about falling.

“Lu?  You ok?” Paul asked, concerned.  Louise’s tears were usually reserved for an audience, maximizing their effect.
“You know she’s my life, right?”
“Elisabeth?” Paul asked, confused.
Louise nodded.  Paused.  Sighed.  Blinked back her tears, letting them moisten the glittering blue orbs into sapphires.
“Did something happen to –“
“No!  Oh Paul, no.  Nothing like that,” Louise answered, unguarded, adoring eyes wandering to the Moses basket where their young daughter slept, curled around her closed fist.
Letting out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, Paul sank to the wood plank floor next to his wife.  Perfectly diffused light danced around their feet, chipped polish beautifully lit, the reason Louise had fallen in love with this house.
Louise slid her feet around Paul’s, leaned into his shoulder, and sighed again.  Paul breathed in the scent of her hair, lavender, and as familiar to him as the dramatic façade that hid her better, secret emotions.
“It’s just that my career, my photography career, had just started coming together,” she explained, patiently, sighing again.
Paul barely let himself think that one fashion shoot didn’t make a career.
 Love, loyalty, and honest appreciation for her talent prevented him from losing confidence in her, even when he rationally knew how high she was reaching.
“Becoming a mother doesn’t mean you’re not a photographer anymore,” he said, instead, gently speaking into the top of her head.
“Vogue’s not exactly seeking out moms taking senior pictures between nursing sessions.”
Frustrated, she pushed her camera across the floor, carefully gauging its weight to make sure she didn’t slam it into her wide desk, sleek and modern across the windowed wall.
“Some days I wish I would have been more like Greta.  She made sure she had this amazing career before even thinking about starting her family,” Louise said, wavering between petulant anger and envy, her genuine love for her sister-in-law keeping her from fully realizing either emotion.
Paul compulsively swallowed, suddenly unable to find any moisture in his throat.  Hiding things from Louise was foreign to him, but his sister’s miscarriage hadn’t seemed like his secret to disclose.
“Lulu.  I, uh...  Lu.  I need to tell you something about Greta.”

the prompt:
Write a short fiction or non-fiction piece inspired by any or all of the photo

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30 Comments:

  • At July 22, 2011 at 1:56 AM , Anonymous Buckslandman said...

    Nice story collection from your personal blog! Interesting topics that you can share to others! Keep it up!  Blog Walking!

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  • At July 22, 2011 at 8:17 AM , Anonymous Jackie said...

    Hmm... does he tell her?? I'm interested in what happens next! Are you planning on more?

    Seems to me that she's being a little selfish and not enjoying the time she has with her baby. Although it does seem that she loves the baby too.

     
  • At July 22, 2011 at 8:38 AM , Anonymous Kir said...

    Finally he's going to tell her....Oh I want it now!!!

    this:
    Letting out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, Paul sank to the wood plank floor next to his wife.  Perfectly diffused light danced around their feet, chipped polish beautifully lit, the reason Louise had fallen in love with this house.]
    soooo gorgeous, the words just flowing and allowing me to sit with them. Oh how I love this story and now a new character to love...Louise. ;)
    yea. xoxoxo

     
  • At July 22, 2011 at 10:21 AM , Anonymous Lance said...

    I like the cliffhanger because one character think another is better or more well off than her, while someelse is about to shatter that notion. That's awesomely suspensful. excellent Angela.

     
  • At July 22, 2011 at 11:40 AM , Anonymous Carrie said...

    Great job. I have read some of the other Greta pieces but I can't really remember them so this piece does fit well as a stand alone.

    I can relate to Lu's issues about becoming a mother. It's so hard to find that balance.

    Visiting from RDC

     
  • At July 22, 2011 at 11:58 AM , Anonymous Jennifer said...

    I love the highlighting of the tension between mom and career roles. Which played perfectly into her comparing herself to Greta.

    What I thought was interesting was how much wasn't being said, Paul not actually voicing his feeling about her career, and then the overall silence of the secret he was keeping, and then you leaving us with tension of not knowing what happened!

    Nicely done.

     
  • At July 22, 2011 at 2:22 PM , Anonymous CDG said...

    Seems to me there are a lot of secrets like dust in the perfect light of this room. Well done.

     
  • At July 22, 2011 at 2:49 PM , Anonymous Galit Breen said...

    Dum-dum-dum! Love it lady! Love the details, the imagery, the push of what the characters want and how they juxtapose to each other!

    This whole part- "Letting out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, Paul sank to the wood plank floor next to his wife.  Perfectly diffused light danced around their feet, chipped polish beautifully lit, the reason Louise had fallen in love with this house." read beautifully!

    XO

     
  • At July 22, 2011 at 6:10 PM , Anonymous Cheryl said...

    I liked how much was going on in a very small moment. The secrets, the swallowed emotions. Very nice!

     
  • At July 22, 2011 at 7:32 PM , Anonymous Karen @ Time Crafted said...

    There was such great imagery, encompassing every sense.   Your characters come to life through your writing. Thanks for the great prompt this week! :>

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 9:03 AM , Anonymous shehascuteshoes said...

    Oh I remember Greta's story.

    And yes, I think it does work as a stand alone piece but I liked it as part of their puzzle too. 

    I liked this a lot "Frustrated,
    she pushed her camera across the floor, carefully gauging its weight to
    make sure she didn’t slam it into her wide desk, sleek and modern
    across the windowed wall."  - controlled frustration. Says a lot about her personality perhaps?Great piece as usual :)Vikki

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:47 AM , Anonymous Valerie said...

    I love this line:
    "Louise slid her feet around Paul’s, leaned into his shoulder, and sighed again.  Paul
    breathed in the scent of her hair, lavender, and as familiar to him as
    the dramatic façade that hid her better, secret emotions."

    Your writing has incredible depth-and your imagery is powerful too.  This piece stands alone perfectly, but at the same time within the longer body of writing would stand alone as a pivotal moment.

    I'm so impressed!!

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 3:29 PM , Anonymous Coming East said...

    I have not read the other parts of the story, but I didn't need to in order to enjoy this.  You've shown, not told, so much about your characters.  You've made them people we can care about.  Now I want to read Lu's reaction to what her husband is about to tell her.

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 4:23 PM , Anonymous Jessica Anne said...

    Wonderful piece! You did such a great job capturing that new mother feeling of losing yourself and that envy.  And then, the irony of not realizing everyone else doesn't have it all figured out either. 

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:49 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!  It can be easy to forget that what you see on the outside and what's actually happening with people behind the scenes can be very different!

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:50 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Oh, I'm glad to hear that.  I am enjoying continuing the story in bits and pieces, but I don't want people stumbling upon the characters for the first time to feel lost.  I'm glad it worked for you as a stand alone piece.

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:51 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    What a kind compliment, thank you!  I liked that little bit, too :)

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:52 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    I meant for it to show that she has more control over her emotions/reactions than she may let on at times.  I hope that came through a little :)

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:52 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    I'm glad you liked the prompt!  I had fun reading them.

    I think characters might be my strong point.  Sometimes I have problems with story arcs though!

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:53 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thanks Cheryl!  That means a lot from you, because you always pack such a punch in short, concise scenes.

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:54 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!  Chipped polish is a flaw that she probably wouldn't have allowed before the baby, but you know how those little people change things...

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:54 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Oooh, that's a lovely way of putting it.

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:56 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!  I do feel sometimes in relationships with people we're close to, the unsaid things end up playing such a large role.  Putting things on the table would probably save heartache at times (but cause it at others, I guess?)

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:56 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    That balance is so hard.  I always thought it would get easier, and it does in a way, but it gets harder, too. 

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:57 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!  Not to mention, he should have told her a long time ago, since Greta thinks she knows and has been reacting as if she does.

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 10:58 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!  I didn't originally plan for her to be a likeable character, but finding out Paul hadn't told her about the miscarriage changed everything for me! (and here I am talking about them like I don't write them and just talk to them about what they do when I'm not around, LOL) 

    Hugs!

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 11:00 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    I think she's being a little selfish but more just having a moment of doubt about how her new role as a mother will mesh with her previous dreams and expectations about her life.

    He's going to tell her :)

     
  • At July 23, 2011 at 11:00 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thanks so much for stopping by!  I'm glad you liked it.

     
  • At July 24, 2011 at 7:58 AM , Anonymous My Pajama Days said...

    I loved this: " Love,
    loyalty, and honest appreciation for her talent prevented him from
    losing confidence in her, even when he rationally knew how high she was
    reaching." This says so much about their relationship - his dedication, her talent. Losing oneself in motherhood is such a lonely and scary thing some days. Luckily your character has a strong partner.

     
  • At July 24, 2011 at 8:26 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!  I can't say that I had those feelings right away, like she is having, but I do find it hard to find that line now - where they end and "I" begin.  Tough stuff.

     

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