I was inspired by this week’s topic (“What’s your sign?”) to write a snippet for my upcoming novel. Not to go in the novel obviously. The time for that has come and gone, and anyway, this scene isn’t critical to the plot, in fact, wouldn’t even take place in the timeframe of REAL LIFE & LIARS, which covers only three days. Consider this a literary DVD extra, if you will, just for our beloved Deb Ball readers.
This is from the point of view of Ivan, known as Van, the middle Zielinski child who is a hopeless romantic in the sense that he’s hopeless at romance. This takes place, of course, in a bar.
Ivan hovered near her, barely entering her airspace, waiting for that one magic moment when she would neither be shielded by a phalanx of other pretty girls, nor targeted by another guy.
That moment came too soon and his feet were pulling him across the bar while his brain scrambled his neurons for an emergency introductory line. He tugged on his earlobe and bit his lip. I call myself a songwriter, he thought. And I can’t think of a single …
He was in front of her. Van swallowed down what felt like a billiard ball in his throat. She was too pretty for him. He’d sensed it before and knew it absolutely now. She was a breathtaking, classic beauty, who should be tearfully clutching an Oscar statue or turning her profile to the camera in designer clothes.
She’d watched his approach, regarding him with a wry smile that seemed to say, “Dude, you’re crashing already” only girls don’t say “dude” do they? he wondered, and while he was wondering this his mouth fired off with, “What’s your sign?”
And she laughed.
Van didn’t linger to see if she was laughing with mirth or meanness. He retreated to his own dark corner, and sipped his warm, fizzless beer.
Hope you liked your sneak peek into the mind of Ivan.