This one inspired by the photo prompt from Picture It and Write. I was trying a completely different character from usual – self-absorbed, narcissist with a fixation on clothes I could never comprehend. Not sure how well I’ve done. It’s weird what fundamentals you find are basic to your own character while writing others.
Conway liked clothes. The sensation of fabrics, the fit of perfectly tailored outfits; the enhancement of his image through careful selection. Conway had a look for every occasion and for each a selection of fashionable attire. Today he wore a suit that reflected the themes of his sister’s, Candice, nuptials. Conway straightened his tie examining a job well done; given the dull attire he was forced to work with. He fancied himself the perfect Venus fly trap; Candice’s wedding wouldn’t be too boring. Then his older sister, Constance, messaged him.
Constance: Ex bailed. Need u 2 watch kids 4 ceremony.
Conway: No. Get mum 2.
Constance: u r only 1 not in ceremony. B gud uncle 4 once!
Conway: Not gud with kids.
Constance: keep them aliv + out of trouble
Conway’s personal hell broke loose the moment he entered the church. Co-opted into childrearing, he was at a loss to deal with a devious three year old while a baby left drool and spit-up over everything in range. By the end of the evening he ended up covered in conspicuous and offensive stains that not even the most skill dry-cleaner could remove.