Supporting Cast (Antagonist):
Our favorite character. Who will be the troublemaker in your little world? Lovingly describe your antagonist. Maybe try speaking in the antagonist's voice so you can come to know the inner soul of the person we love to hate. A word of caution here, if your antagonist is 100% evil with no redeeming qualities at all, and even you as the author don't like him or her, you've probably created a flat character and you'll have a difficult time making your readers believe they have the power to fuel the drama in your story.
Sparkles
A new hat, a big mushroom, and a sparkler made her feel invincible against ...
Extra Large
You're involved with something in your life that is going to require a substantial amount of caffein to survive. What is it and why can't you handle it straight?
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Extra Large by Wolfgang Glinka
It was the coffee that did it.
He saw her in the theatre.
As Ophelia in Hamlet, she was pale, delicate and already on the verge of madness right from the very beginning of the play.
He went every night - well, he was obsessive.
There was no question but he had fallen in love with this lovely woman.
He followed her from the stage door to her apartment on the other side of town where she lived with her mother.
How could Ophelia live with her mother in an apartment in Paris? Worse than a nunnery, the mother was also her jailor.
He was an obsessive, as we have already discovered, so it should come as no surpirze that he rented an apartment across the street from his Ophelia.
From a window he could now watch her coming and going.
He knew all her changes of clothes, began to predict how she would wear her hair and what colour she would paint her lips.
Then he bought a telescope.
He ackowledged his obsession by buying a leather bound notebook and logging his observations.
"Today, brown skirt, pink blouse, no tights...
Yesterday, blue jeans, white t-shirt and deep red lipstick...applied twice and blotted with tissue."
He wrote down all his sightings of her - he knew what time she left for the theatre.
And where she dined afterwards.
And with whom.
Walking close behind her, he could savour her perfume and, with time, detect those sublter human smells that only lovers understand.
He also knew what she bought at the greengrocers.
And where she took her dry cleaning.
Theatre hours kept her out late at night and caused him a problem: How to follow her around and still keep down his job as a driving instructor.
To stay up most of the night waiting for her to come home from dinner or some assignation had, at first its own adrenalin rush but, after a while, lack of sleep took its toll.
That was when he started making extra large coffee...several mugs full to keep him alert through the night hours.
That was when she started coming home even later.
It was crashing the car, asleep at the wheel, that lost him his job.
He did not care - now he could watch for Ophelia all day and all night.
She was now playing Juliet and he was her Romeo of sorts. High on caffeine, then amphetamines then a mix of the two with a whiskey to help.
She became a star when her film came out......he became a drunk.
They met in the street.
The beautiful, ghost-like Ophelia and her down at heel prince.
He cried at the sight of her so close and so full of life.
Maybe she had been playing too many tragic heroines or maybe she was only half of this world but when she saw him, she had no doubt.
She saw his love, melted and gave him her heart with a smile.
Wolfgang Glinka
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