#WIPpet Wednesday - Reunions - Swings and Ice Cream #amwriting

This week, I've added a few thousand words to Reunions , but it's in a helluva mess. It's going to need a fair bit of reworking; for now I'm going to keep writing and tweaking where I know what's meant to happen, and...hope for the best.

What is WIPpet Wednesday?

WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress - expertly organised/hosted by Emily Witt - and the excerpt has to relate to the date in some way. For links to other fabulous authors' WIPpets, visit: http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=355404

It's 5th October; 5+10=15 sentences, plus a bonus sentence to finish off, from Reunions , which is season seven of Hiding Behind The Couch - the story of nine friends from high school, who are now all around the age of forty.

The characters in the excerpt below are Krissi - the daughter of two of the series' main characters - and Jay, her BFFE, both aged twenty-five.

Here's the WIPpet:

It was clear from some distance away the playground was deserted, not surprising this soon after Christmas, when all the kids were probably still enjoying the novelty of their presents. Beyond the playground was a skate park where every so often, a head bobbed into view above the half pipe to the accompanying scrape and whirr of wheels.

"There'll be no ice cream van today," Jay asserted.

"Why?" Krissi asked.

"The weather's abysmal."

"Doesn't usually stop Mr. Whippy."

"If he's any sense, he's tucked up warm in bed with Mrs. Whippy."

Krissi gave Jay a sideways glance and walked ahead through the park gate.

"What?" he asked.

"Assuming there is a Mrs. Whippy, wouldn't they melt? And anyway, it might be another Mr. Whippy."

"And a whole troop of little Whippies," Jay said drolly. "Can you imagine bathtime in the Whippy house? A scrub down and a hair wash and then Dad tips you upside down and dunks your head in the blue-raspberry sherbet."

Krissi laughed, but it was little more than a compensatory chuckle so Jay's joke didn't fall flat. For the time being, Jay said no more; she'd go on the defensive if he asked what was wrong, and in any case, swings and ice cream fixed everything.

Thanks for reading!
Deb x