Dialogue Practice

Miria skips merrily on her way back from the candy store. Her thoughts fill with chocolate and cake as she pets her two plastic bags filled with cakes. “I never want to see you again!” a voice reaches her ears.

She turns towards the sound and to her right stood a woman. Her face in a frown and a long shaky finger was pointing at a man. “I told you, I had nothing to do with it,” he said as he stomp his foot into the wet pavement.

She grinded her teeth and said “More lies! Is that the only thing you’re good for brother?” she gave a pause. “I know father fell ill because you broke his heart, you ran off with some stripper slut and left him broken,” she continued.

 “He had so many dreams for your future!” she said staring straight at the men with the umbrella.

 “Father was always trying to control my life because he had no control over his,” he puffed his chest, “I am my own man!” he said tapping his umbrella on the ground.

The women stared daggers as she took a heavy step forward. In three quick steps, Miria was between them. She gave her bags to both of them, her face shining with a smile.  The man and woman stared at her with mouths hanging upon. “Cakes make everyone happy!” Miria says as they take the bags from her and then look bewildered at each other for a whole minute. Suddenly, the two of them broke out in laughter. Her work done, Miria continues skipping on her way back home.