The following story is one that I am writing for my creative writing class in college. I am in need of some input as to what you think about it structure wise and so forth. I will add to this post as the story develops. Any changes that are made will be highlighted in yellow as will any additions to dialogue or discription.
Anyway, here goes:
Not Titled Yet
Jim Brennan knew he had them - today was his day to shine. Three weeks ago he had been given the Leighton account. Leighton Pharmaceuticals had been represented by Alfred Hodges for years, then Alfred retired. Niles Gregory, the Old Man as his employees called him – but never to his face, had tapped Jim for the account. Three weeks of planning, late nights at the office, long dinner and lunch meetings with the Public Relations people for the company; Jim had come up with a stellar marketing campaign for their new drug VitalisRD.
Gwen of course hadn’t understood the opportunity. Leighton Pharmaceuticals! Spend more time with us. Pay more attention to your son, pay more attention to me - your never home. He had heard it all before, the nagging and crying. He was doing what he could for the family, wasn’t he bringing home a hefty paycheck? So he missed a few things with Brendan. Jim was looking to the future, all their futures.
He checked again to make sure that his presentation was loaded up on the computer, that the handouts were all complete and neatly stacked within easy reach so that he could hand them out without having to stop and dig through them to get the right ones. He straightened his tie one last time, rubbed his clammy hands together and then turned to face the room. The Leighton Pharmaceuticals Executive Board were arrayed before him, waiting to be dazzled.
Then there was a knock at the conference door. He waited while his assistant Marci opened the door. Someone whispered outside and his assistant waved him to the back.
“Excuse me gentlemen, this will only take a moment.†Jim said as he made his way to the door.
“I don’t have time for this Marci.â€Â
“It’s your wife, she says its importa-“
“Everything is important to Gwen.†Jim said. “Tell her I will call her back in a while.â€Â
“But Mr. Brennan it’s about your son Brendan; there has been an accident.â€Â
Jim pushed past his assistant Marci and over to the secretary’s desk that stood just outside the conference room.
“I’m sorry Mr. Brennan but your wife had to go. She said that they would be at Children’s Hospital and for you to get there as soon as possible. She was calling from the Emergency room.†The secretary said.
“Did she say anything else?â€Â
“No sir. Just, well, that you needed to come quickly.â€Â
Jim leaned against the desk, a sigh of frustration expelled from him. It’s probably just Gwen overreacting again he thought. It’s like the time last year when Brendan fell from the tree and bruised his right arm.
“Ok, contact the hospital for me and let my wife know that I will be there as soon as possible.†Said Jim as he stood up and turned back to the conference room. “Tell her not to worry.â€Â
He paused in front of the door, rechecked his tie, then put that Brennan Smile back on his face and opened the door.
“Sorry for the interruption, lets begin…â€Â
