Imagined Dialogue

I'm going to try and keep things short and sweet here because I managed to sprain my wrist last night and I don't have access to any braces so I tied it up with a scarf and I'm trying to keep it as still as possible.

Aside from that, I wanted to share something with you all that I wrote today. Do you ever just zone out and find yourself creating dialogue for fictional characters that seem to come out of thin air? Maybe that's just the creative writing side of me talking but this seems to happen an awful lot.

Anyways, this is just something I wrote while avoiding listening to the lecture in math class.

"I liked the way that you claimed to have no relatives in the South- East corner of Bookers End. It makes me seem more mysterious. I could just swoop in like some long-lost Swiss Uncle with a taste for fine scotch and an inheritance for you and your siblings."

"I'm sorry Miles," she exhaled through her pursed lips in a gesture that seemed to suggest that Miles was just something that would not fit on her to-do list for that day. Her tongue clicked defiantly, "I simply forgot."

Now I don't know where any of this came from but I like to imagine a pair of snooty half-siblings in Edwardian England. Maybe Miles is a wild child with a thing for cigars and a few too many ladies of the night and Elisabeth prefers to go by Eliza and is making her rounds in high society per request of her mother and gets a little too curious about the free life of her half-brother.

I think I may like to read that story.