I’m waiting for a call and I’m sitting in one of the big green grandpa armchairs watching the snow fall on the frozen harbour. I have an optimistic hope that by the time I get home there will be enough for at least one race down a hill somewhere. Followed of course by oodles of hot chocolate with lashings of whipped cream. My mind is wandering a little while I’m waiting for the phone to ring, and it’s wandering in the direction of secondary, or perhaps even tertiary, characters that I might one day include in something.
Here’s what I have so far:
Edna with the egg
Edna works in accounting. She carries an egg. Every morning, she takes it out and puts it on her desk. Luckily Edna is not stuck with Activity Based Working and actually has a desk to put her egg on. In coffee shops she feeds it bit of chocolate cake with a spoon. The egg has a name. I’m thinking Edwin. Edwin the Egg.
Pete the best one was
Very annoying character who always has to one-up everyone. Whatever the others did, he did it better and did it earlier. If another character broke their elbow, he broke both his arms. If their dog died, his sister died (Pete never had a sister). If their date surprised them with the time of their life, Pete had already done it. Twice. And he always says, ‘Oh no, the best one was when…’ (queue Pete’s story).
This poor person has lost the ability to communicate except in quotes. Mostly from Monty Python. Makes it difficult to get anything constructive out of them in meetings.
I plan to get at least one of them into my short story. If the snow doesn’t stick around, that’s what I’ll be spending my time on this weekend.