Larry sat down sweating, whilst his younger host picked cold blackberries from a bowl of fruit, ignoring the hot dish beside it.
‘How do you plan to bring him out?’ Larry asked. He wasn’t answered, and the younger man began chewing noisily.
‘I’ll get him out’ he eventually replied. ‘Don’t concern yourself with anything else.’
His host stopped eating and put a berry he was carrying back in the bowl. ‘If you really need to know,’ he said. Larry nodded. ‘What I’ll use has a reputation’, he raised his finger stopping Larry who was about to interrupt. He leaned back in his chair, stared down at the table and began tapping it with his finger. ‘If there was a Nobel prize for creating panic in our children, wives, you, me and everyone else, then it would win each year.’ He picked up another blackberry. ’So, don’t worry; I’ll bring him out.’
‘Fear. I’m going to fill every corner of his house with it.’
About the above scene
Initially, I was going to publish a post about the benefits of writing groups, but I decided to publish this scene instead, which I wrote in a session at Bank Street Writers. The purpose behind sharing this is to demonstrate the type of writing that can come out of exercises at writing groups: under-produced but still possessing an idea that can possibly be expanded upon. To explore this point, and since I won’t continue the above piece in any way, I would like for you to leave comments below with what you think could’ve happened before and after the scene.