Group Think… group dialogue. :D

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Groupthink.”

Write a post that includes dialogue between two people — other than you. (For more of a challenge, try three or more people.)

“Uh oh.” Amanda froze in the doorway of the kitchen; her hand slowly settled onto the door frame as her blue eyes flicked between her friends. Penny was washing dishes and her back was ramrod stiff, her long brown pigtails bounced between her shoulder blades. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s leaving.” Penny’s voice was flat. The dishes clinked together noisily over the sound of rushing water. She didn’t like sticking her hands into dirty water and always washed with running water instead. “Again.”

“I can’t help it Penny.” Martin looked to Amanda for support. “Tell her… please?”

“When do you leave?” Amanda didn’t bother; this conversation took place every time Martin was sent out. Penny worried about him the whole time he was gone and she wouldn’t listen to anything they said anyway. Amanda wrapped her arms around Martin and leaned into his chest. His heart pulsed regularly beneath her ear and reassured her that everything would be fine. He wasn’t scared or nervous; he was his usual calm self.

“In an hour.” Martin shrugged helplessly and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. He pulled her closer and she tilted her chin up to look at him. Her blue eyes were dark with concern; he claimed her lips knowing that he was starting something he couldn’t finish.

“So soon?!” Penny spun on her heel to glare angrily. “Don’t these people know you have family?! We need a chance to say proper goodbyes! An hour isn’t enough dammit! They send you out in harm’s way knowing full well you may never return without thinking about us for even a split second. First dad and now you! Well I won’t offer up my brother as a sacrifice on the alter of their-”

“Penny! That’s enough.” Martin had extracted himself from Amanda’s arms as soon as Penny had turned around. He snapped and immediately regretted it. His younger sister’s brown eyes filled with tears and her lower lip trembled. “I’m sorry…”


Published by: Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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