Prompt: an uninvited guest shows up at a party. What kind of gathering is it? Is it a wedding? A wbirthday dinner? A wake? What kind of conflict occurs? Write the scene in poetry or prose.
There’s cake and balloons and it’s clearly a happy scene. Presents are piled on the table and there’s a sign: Happy Birthday, Kaylie! People mill about, and what appears to be the birthday girl is wearing a striped hat with tight elastic strung between her ears. Why was Daniel there?! This is obviously a cheerful occasion, not a good time for family dramatics.
Daniel comes bearing gifts and the person Kylie seems to be with is blocking Kylie’s view of the brother she hasn’t seen in 5 years. Kylie notices Daniel, though, and doesn’t react, though on the inside she is asking herself “What the fuck is he doing here?” She was busy catching up with friends when Daniel got her attention. She walked straight to him, unafraid and unembarrassed. She was not, however, unemotional.
“Why are you here?” she whisper-growls at her brother.
“Obviously to celebrate your birthday, sis,”he answers sarcastically, with a wry smile on his face.
“You’re about five years too late for that,” she scoffs. The last time she had seen him was five years ago at her birthday party.
“Oh come on, let’s not rehash old wounds, let’s just celebrate being together,” he says, almost patronizingly.
At this point, Kylie’s partner catches her eye and gives her a look that says “do you need me to rescue you?” A subtle shake of her curls implies that Kylie understood and does not need assistance. Better, since family matters are rarely improved by an outsider stepping in.
“Convenient for you to say since you are the one who caused the wounds…”
“Oh come on, don’t act so innocent. It’s not like you weren’t complicit in all of it.”
“Maybe,” she retorted, “but you were the one who went dark for five years, not me.”
“What else was I supposed to do? My sister and all her friends, my mother, and my father all hated me. I had no choice but to disappear and start over,” he said with slightly wet eyes. Was he crying? Her brother? Not a chance. He hadn’t even cried when their childhood dog had died.
“I never hated you,” she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Was I mad? For sure. Did I feel like my birthday would be forever associated with the day Daniel lost his shit? Yes. Did I hate you? Never.”
He felt like she was lying but he had to admit, it felt good to hear her say that.
“The real question I have is why now? Why are you here?” Kylie asks amid the buzz of her party guests.
“I suppose that’s what I need to talk to you about…”
As she sat down to hear her brother out, her friends’ voices swelled into a familiar tune. She glanced over her shoulder to see her partner’s face, illuminated by candlelight.
“No, nooo, please don’t,” she protested. But they ignored her and sang on.