A family wedding is due this week, and excitement is mounting, so I thought I’d ask the fictional characters who kept me company during lockdown, to keep you company.
When I met my characters, they were at a wedding in Zimbabwe. Over the next few days I’ll put up some short, draft ‘postcards’ from that time. Simi and Rudd will be your hosts.
Simi: happens to be staying at the resort while the wedding is on
Rudd: the young manager of the resort
Katania: the mother of the bride
Jen and Hansie: the soon-to-be-married couple
Rudd, still not fully awake, was halfway back to his office when he met Katania. There was no missing her. Crisp in pale linen, she came out of reception, just as he was about to go in.
“Rudd, there you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere. That waiter said you might be out here.”
“Oh. How can I help?” asked Rudd, regretting his decision not to shave.
“It’s my brother. He’s just texted. He can’t get here.”
“I’m sorry. I thought all the guests had arrived …”
The stress in Katania’s voice alarmed Rudd. His mind raced, trying to put a name to the brother, but he couldn’t find one.
“Is he on the room list?”
“Of course he’s not,” she snapped. “He wasn’t going to use a room. He likes to camp. Don’t you see? This is such a mess. It’s a disaster.”
“Why? I mean, I’m sorry he’s not here, but …”
“Ah! Maybe they didn’t tell you. He’s taking the service. He’s the celebrant … or he’s supposed to be.”
Rudd slapped his head, now he remembered his conversation with the best man, Tim.
“He must be Mick Lang. Coming up from Beira. He’s your brother?”
“Tim did mention him,” said Rudd. “Makes sense now. By the way, I’ve just met your other brother. Steve? He didn’t …”
“Oh, he wouldn’t know. Don’t want him involved any more than he has to be. He’s never liked me, and the feeling’s mutual. Anyway, this is nothing about Steve. This is about Mick. I just don’t understand why he can’t come. He promised he would.”
“Didn’t he say why?”
“No, well, something about the weather. It’s so annoying. Things like that don’t normally stop him.”
“Okay,” Rudd said, “why don’t we go inside and sit down? I’ll get us some tea.”
Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2023
How exciting you are writing or written a book. 🤩👏
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Well … I’ve written. Perhaps a draft of a draft … thank you!