Here's a wee story I was inspired to write - it's all dialogue and needs quote marks, he saids, she saids, etc.
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Violet & Friends
by Carly Svamvour
What's she doing? Do you know?
Talking to herself? I dunno' - maybe she's chanting . . . ever hear her? She does that 'thing', y'know?
Do you understand what she says - the Malvese? It's repetitive - there's only about four or five syllables to the whole stream that comes out of her. But it sounds like a million dragonflies talking at once. Where's her family from, anyway? Is she
native?
Definitely not! Her ancestors came over here on . . . shhhhh! Here she comes!
Excuse me? Ladies? Did I hear my name mentioned? Excuse me?
Oh, hi there, Ms. Malva - haven't seen you around for a while. How's your folks?
Well, if it's anybody's business, most of them are well below the root by now - as you know we tend to retire early. We're one of the first up come
spring, you know.
Heh! Heh! Well, it's like I was just saying to somebody at the Vervie's party this summer - the early bird gets the worm. And they should know . . . of course, they've got the best part of the lot this year.
Well, they need it, nobody begrudges them that - they need well drained soil, the kind that holds the rain. The ones down by the river are three times the size of the ones we know. One of the gardeners brought a few home once and they had to be moved from the rock garden - they took over everything.
Rowdy buncha' scumbags, that lot are. Very intrusive - you can't even breathe when they're nearby. In-troosive!
Ha! Speaking of intrusive - did you see those Balms this summer? All over the place - multiplied to ten times their number in the
spring. And the smell! Well! No wonder the bugs don't like them.
The humans like their smell, I've heard.
Yes, it's funny but what smells awful to us, is pleasant to humans.
Well, I must be going - I'm way past my bedtime.
See ya' in the
spring, Malva - say hello to everybody.
Y'know, Violet, it must be awful to have nowhere to go in the winter. Here we are on the windowsill getting watered twice a week; we don't have to worry about being outside vulnerable to the elements till at least May.
Yeah, I know what you mean. But it would be kinda' nice to be free - just let our
seeds blow wild and pop up somewhere in the
spring. Ahhhhhh! Guess ya' can't have everything, can ya'?
No, you're right - oh! Look!
Where?
Right there in the driveway - there's a squirrel by the rock garden - digging up some bugleweed the gardener put in.
Oh! I can't look! Don't tell me anything!
Makes you realize just how lucky you are.
Yes, you're right. Goodnight, Violet.
Goodnight, Mum.
Carly Svamvour - November 20, 2k4