Writing Challenge: the Devil is in the Details

Writing Challenge: the Devil is in the Details

1. A woman walks into a restaurant. Imagine this scene and capture every detail you can in a few paragraphs. Describe the woman: is she old, young, or in-between? What type of restaurant is it: fancy, casual, or a diner? What is she doing? Pack as much detail as you can into a few paragraphs that will help us imagine this woman clearly.

She slowly opens the door and walks in, carefully looking around, her head held down, her eyes trying to take in her surroundings. It was not here idea to meet up here, she has never heard of the restaurant before and is a bit put off by what she sees. Ten, maybe twelve wooden tables, each with four to six rattan chairs, all having seen better days. Most of the tables are taken, families with children, all talking at once. “Noise, such noise”, she thinks, “It wasn´t a good idea, should I turn round, go again, no-one has seen me, yet?” She is mistaken because a man sitting in the far corner is watching her, waiting for her to move. She hasn´t seen him yet, the light is dim in here, what little daylight shines through the metal-grilled blind windows is dimmed by the clouds of smoke which must have accumulated over the years with no hope of getting out nor any chance of fresh air nor light coming in other than through the front door whenever someone accidentally stumbles across this rather uninviting building in an alleyway on the outskirts of town. She sees him now, sitting at the table furthest away from her to the left, he must be about her age, forty, maybe a little older, difficult to tell. His hair, fashionably cut short, is black with streaks of grey in it and it matches his suit. He looks out-of-place in these surroundings like a traveller who has just stopped off for a beer before resuming his journey anywhere, but away from here.
Slowly she moves forward towards the only empty table, to the right of him. She sits down, a young girl wearing a black and red checked mini-skirt, t-shirt and high heals comes cross and takes her order. “A dry white wine, please.” The girl looks at her quizzingly and replies, ” you´ll have to make do with the house red, ´lright?” all the while continuing to chew her gum. Yes, yes, anything she thinks, staring at the old wooden floorboard, wondering if she has made a mistake in coming here.

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He looks up, the door opens and a woman wearing black business trousers with a grey floaty coat comes in. Her blond short hair looks ruffled, the wind has blown it slightly over her eyes. She doesn´t look up, her head remains down but he notices that her eyes are scanning the room. She hasn´t noticed him yet it will give him more time to observe her. Her shoulders are down, she seems to be frowning as she is looking at the family to his left, parents and 4 children, the youngest one wailing for ice-cream. She holds onto her handbag, with both hands, as if it reassures her, gives her strengths. Her heals are making a noise, click-clack-click-clack, when she walks across the room and sits down at the table nearest to him. She seems put off by the waitress, a young student trying to make a living who is on here seventh gum since he came in half an hour ago. The previous ones have been spat with amazing accuracy into the bin next to the bar.

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She looks up, their eyes meet, lock, unable to break the spell. Grey eyes, like hers, she notices as he slowly gets up and walks towards her. “Is this seat taken?” he asks, and without waiting for an answer, sits down. She looks up, down again, she does not know what to say, his eyes, her eyes seem to look straight through her, into her soul. He isn´t wearing a wedding ring, she thinks when suddenly, his hand gently touches her chin, lifts it up until she is forced to look at him, take in his eyes, the shape of his eyebrows and the smile on his lips.

“Hey sis”, he says, “long time no see”!


I am your average wife,mother,friend,employee....a bit lost in my world, a bit crazy at times but always good for a laugh - I think ;-)

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3 comments on “Writing Challenge: the Devil is in the Details
  1. Love it 🙂 I had a go at this challenge too (my first one as well)


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