Time Alone
She thought, everyone needs time alone, and said aloud "Is that too much to ask?" She listened. The bell hadn’t rung for... how long?
She's gone. Good. Anyway, the place is too untidy.
She'd tidy later. An old jumper sporting a takeaway curry stain had lain on the cushion next to her for a good few weeks. A blouse and a pair of slacks had sprawled over the arm of a chair since forever. She swallowed two Valium with a slurp of coffee. Yes, she'd tidy before anyone else arrived. She leaned back in the chair and her eyes closed.
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LesleyAnne 3 months ago
Totally loving this story. Looking forward to the next chapter. You can visualise her so clearly not just her "physical appearance" but her emotional state too. Great writing - let's see where this goes...
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Drew Martyn 3 months ago
Thanks very much LesleyAnne. I'm never confident that the character's emotional state is portrayed properly, so I'm well pleased you're enjoying the story. :)
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Neville Hunt 3 months ago
Agree with LesleyAnne. You don’t need to worry about how you’ve portrayed her emotional state, it’s very clear. So clear in fact that I’m finding myself completely on her side that I’m ready to forgive (huh!) anything she might subsequently do... almost! But I’m sure you’re about to shake any sympathies I might have like a rattle as it goes on. You’re certainly on a roll Drew! Great stuff.
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Drew Martyn 3 months ago
Thanks very much - excellent, that's what I'm after.
Also, I'd like to refer my honourable friend to his recent poem... haha!
