Sounds kind of romantic, doesn’t it? In the more general, not the boy-meets-girl sense.
In reality it is just a fairly ordinary street of small Victorian and Edwardian houses, an old fashioned school building and a couple of pubs. Someone somewhere, sometime, decided to name it a vale rather than street or road. There is a small river running parallel not too far away but it can’t be seen behind the school.
Perhaps that Someone was just feeling fanciful. Or perhaps they knew something.
You see, some of my best writing ideas have come to me whilst walking home from town along that vale. That’s where I passed the couple I mentioned the other day. And that, last night, is where I came across a little family and another isolated snatch of conversation.
There was a woman holding a small child by the hand and talking to a man who was following behind. “There are two parents, you know, “ she was saying. “I’m not the only one.” And just for good measure, she repeated both phrases.
This time it was the man who sounded defensive. “But I don’t get the mails…”
So here’s the challenge for any writers or would-be writers reading this. Either take the above exchange or that from my post, Accountability, (in full or part – change the response if you like) and write the story behind it. What further conflicts do the words hint at? How are they resolved?
And for anyone to ponder, writer or not, what effect is this conversation likely to have on the child?