I hope that you all had a wonderful weekend that was exciting and relaxing with the correct amount of down time.
I spent the Saturday hurting my shoulder in the shooting of clay discs and having an informative tour of Faversham Brewery that was amazing. A few pints may have also been consumed 🙂
It was the first day in ages that I had away from the strains of work and took my mind off the upcoming novel and future projects. Sunday morning when I woke refreshed – yes, to my surprise I woke with no hangover – I was filled with motivation and inspiration. I think I needed the time to let go and free up subconscious thinking time. I now have blog ideas, planned time to read and read blogs and then start the next part to my Sibling book. I’ll give an update on things over the next week but watch out for Friday’s post. Good Friday will bring a cover reveal and date of release.
But first…here is a short story I wrote off the cuff a short while ago. It’s something that spring to mind and knew I had to jot it down. It’s broken into four parts, all with a 60 word count.
My heart thuds
Goosebumps spread over my skin as she presses tight against my body, her hand on my thigh and head on my chest. Her perfume reaches my nostrils and a chill runs over my neck. I look down at the girl and fear fills my body. Is she really the one or have I chosen the wrong girl? My heart thuds.
I grip close to him. Is this for real? His breath and aroma is way too much. It is beautiful. I have told many a lie for this moment. If he loves me, he will forgive me. I pray that he doesn’t uncover the truth. I have one death hanging over my head, I cannot allow another. My heart thuds.
I wait in the shadows to make my move. They cannot see me. I’m invisible; to them and to all that surround me. Stuck in a capsule, a locked space unable to free myself. The noise I make falls on deaf ears. An approach would be futile. I wait as life and death rests on my shoulders. My heart thuds.
The name changes but the stories remain the same. The voice will guide whilst the actions animate the emotions. It’s a tale of three, the first and foremost the embodiment of naivety. The second a little bit loopy, off the wall and out the asylum. The third and final teller, the bringer to the table must be feared and forgotten.