Skip to main content

Laying here

This piece is inspired by writing prompts: http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts picture of a girl:

mahyar-tehrani-259213

As I lay here looking at the ceiling, I can't seem to move, blink or have the desire to get up, he has just told him that he loves someone else and has been having an affair.

I didn't realise there were over 10,562 dots in the ceiling tiles, I have counted them over and over again as I lie here in the bed with my shawl wrapped around me keeping me protected. I just stare at the ceiling and the words affair flash at me like headlights of a car.

I thought he loved me, James. We had difficulties in our marriage, who doesn't I think as I lie here with my world blown apart by those words. He had been working late, going away to conference but he had always been ambitious and pushing himself so I didn't think it was that...an affair.

My legs feel so heavy like a sack of sand and my eyes are not blinking, I am in shock I can't move those words vibrate in my body, affair, affair, affair and affair. I have no power to get up and go from here and to live again.

Who is she, is she pretty, well she must be beautiful I am not pretty and how many times did he sleep with her? Were all those business calls him talking to her, I don't even know her name she that he's left me with nothing. All his belongings have gone, eight years of marriage over within one second with one word affair.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Evil Step Mother’s Point of View - Cinderella

 ‘I hate you, you old bag’ she screamed as she threw the bowl across the room. I had made her favourite dish soup, which I had spent ages cooking in the kitchen. Her father had told me that it was going to be hard to be accepted as her new mother, but this was much harder than I had imaged. ‘Mum we have tried, I offered to give her my new dress’ said Gemma. ‘I said that I would take her to the ball with us’ said Louisa. ‘What can we do? She calls us UGLY sisters, it’s so cruel cried Pamela.    I hugged my three daughters closely, I wanted Cinderalla to accept us as we had with her. But she hated us, calling me a ‘wicked stepmother’ and slamming doors. She would cry and portray us as ogres. With the arrival of the Prince inviting us to go to the ball, I even tried to invite her but she was spoilt and rude. ‘I don’t want to go, you old bag, GET LOST’ she shouted. ‘I will get there myself’ she stormed off as usual to her room. ‘I miss my mum, you marrie...
Post a Comment
Read more

Is It?

http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/victor-duenas-teixeira-423539.jpg Is it her soul which evaporates from her, into a smoke, puff huff and it disappears? Is it some magic trick performance that vanishes into a smoke, puff huff and it relishes into nothing. Is it a wish from a some dandelions from her hands into a smoke, puff huff and they disappear? Is it something burning some twigs holding into smoke, puff and huff that fade away like a sphere of smoke? Whatever it is in her hands, she holds the power and control to erase, puff and huff and watch that steam go into the wind and to perish and become distinct and embrace the new beginnings of her life.
Post a Comment
Read more

Patrick vs David

‘I can see the water underneath me. Whoops, ha ha, Patrick you are useless,’ said David. ‘Shut up! David, leave me alone,’ said Patrick, ‘stop talking, it is a continuous buzzing,’ he screams internally within himself.    David was always there, like a wasp stinging into his brain, the constant ‘chatter’ was there. He wanted to switch it off but he could not. ‘Have you tried mindfulness?’ asked Professor Lofney, with his glasses that he wore at end the of his long nose that looked like a twig. He crossed his legs and sat in the chair. He looked like a regal King and had a touch of superiority with his tone that was pretentious. Patrick winced at the word mindfulness, he had tried that but it never Worked. It was the new craze that applied around a method to sit down, breathe, concentrate on the here and now.    David would not let him sit still, he would regularly interrupt him take him away from the moment. D...
Post a Comment
Read more