Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Anne and Li -- Fiction Assignment 2

In our 2nd assignment, we had to create character descriptions of two main characters in 250 words. So, here is a little more to read about Anne and Li, as you met in my first assignment.

Anne Jenkins intended to prove her worthiness as the bank’s new marketing director. Marketing was certainly beneath her intellectual ability, but it was her only job offer, compliments of mother’s political pull.

If her father had been alive, he would have called her with a word of encouragement today. Instead, she attempted to calm her nerves by playing her favorite Bach Partita on the piano for an exclusive audience. Her cat, Holly, had been the only one to hear Anne play in years. 

She focused on her posture as she entered the bank, then nodded politely, without expression, to loan officers and tellers already diligently performing their duties.

“Could they possibly be comparing me to Audrey Hepburn?” Anne joked with herself.  She had taken the time to swoop her hair up, accentuating her long neck and angular jawline. The classic black dress with the bolero jacket made her feel somewhat like the Hollywood starlet, fueling desperately-needed confidence. 

In actuality, no one compared her to any movie star. They noticed a mute, towering frame. For a second or two, at most.

“Good morning?” Anne knocked lightly on her manager’s open door. Throughout the interview process, she distinctly felt unwelcome, even despised. She hoped today would be different.

 Anne’s fists remained clenched as Mrs. Ashe lifted her gaze from the Wall Street Journal. 

“My, oh, my. Don’t we look sophisticated today,” Mrs. Ashe stated cooly as she folded her newspaper. 

Anne’s color drained from her face. So much for hope.


Li Vo watered the plethora of plants on her miniscule deck. Navigating through the container garden in her Christian Louboutin pumps was always challenging, but she managed not to trip. 

Then it was time for her to leave. The Asian Art Museum of San Francisco was having a fascinating dragon exhibit from the obscure country of Bhutan. She’d call her mother on the way to the airport.

“Only a week, Mom. ”

“I don’t understand though. You no longer curator. You graphics designer. Why all these trips?” Her mother worried. 

These trips were non-negotiable. No matter what, or who, was going on in her life, she’d slip out of the city she loved, but could no longer tolerate. Her mother would be the only one receiving the courtesy of a goodbye. Li’s many friends loved her, but they found her abrupt departures frustrating. There would be no emails or texts for at least a few weeks from her now.

“Lie?” The ticket checker verified Li’s ticket and driver’s license.

“It’s pronounced ‘Lee,’” Li responded with her crooked smile. Li Vo informally dropped the "e" in her Vietnamese name, but hadn’t taken the legal steps to have it removed.
He studied the Asian woman, noticeably longer than the other passengers. Surely, she was too beautiful to be kind-spirited as well. Perhaps he would try to engage her on the flight.

Li recognized the checker’s reaction. She looked down while taking back her documents. 

“Thank you,” she murmured before proceeding. 

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