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Wow. I haven't posted in ages.But I have something new, so it might as well go on here. I know everyone who's my friend on livejournal was there when I read it out earlier at the creative writing group, but it might as well go on the internet.
Titled 'Home Lies On The Loneliest Road'
Janet shuffled along the street on her own, not having remembered her bus pass. It was starting to rain. Small droplets hit the back of her neck. The world seemed to have had most of the colour sucked out of it today, and the odd splashes of red, blue and silver that were cars roaring by seemed out of place. Across the road a rowdy group of youngsters were listening to their God-awful music and trying their best to scare her away, or so it seemed. She wrinkled her nose at them - the safest way of showing her disdain - and turned the corner into Hamlet Drive. She wondered vaguely whether she should have bought the discounted dog food instead of the expensive brand.
The sky was no less grey, and the world no less wet or cold, but there was a beautiful similarity to her surroundings that made Janet feel safe here. Each step along this road was a step closer to her goal. She was so very near; not even the heavy shopping that weighed her down could slow her. Ahead of her a mother rushed her children out of a car and into a house. Janet noticed how the shoes that they were wearing were entirely inappropriate for this weather - did these people not watch the weather forecast? But of course nobody has the time to do anything these days, she thought, they are always complaining how busy they are!
The wind picked up now, and blew the rain into her right ear instead. If Janet had not been carrying two rather heavy shopping bags, she would have gripped onto her hat tightly to stop it blowing away, just as she had done when she was a child. How long ago that was now…
Finally, she turned again, this time into her sparse front garden. She slowly stepped up to her front door, put down her shopping and fumbled for her keys. Eventually, she stepped into the relative dryness of her hallway, then along to her kitchen to put everything away - except the dog food. She would feed Charles first. That old thing - she did love him. Named after her late husband, he had helped to fill the lonely hole in her life after he had passed away. They both had the same dark eyes, Janet thought. Putting the now full bowl of dog food back onto the floor, she now called:
“Char-les! Charles! Come here, you silly boy. It’s your dinner!”
No reply.
Titled 'Home Lies On The Loneliest Road'
Janet shuffled along the street on her own, not having remembered her bus pass. It was starting to rain. Small droplets hit the back of her neck. The world seemed to have had most of the colour sucked out of it today, and the odd splashes of red, blue and silver that were cars roaring by seemed out of place. Across the road a rowdy group of youngsters were listening to their God-awful music and trying their best to scare her away, or so it seemed. She wrinkled her nose at them - the safest way of showing her disdain - and turned the corner into Hamlet Drive. She wondered vaguely whether she should have bought the discounted dog food instead of the expensive brand.
The sky was no less grey, and the world no less wet or cold, but there was a beautiful similarity to her surroundings that made Janet feel safe here. Each step along this road was a step closer to her goal. She was so very near; not even the heavy shopping that weighed her down could slow her. Ahead of her a mother rushed her children out of a car and into a house. Janet noticed how the shoes that they were wearing were entirely inappropriate for this weather - did these people not watch the weather forecast? But of course nobody has the time to do anything these days, she thought, they are always complaining how busy they are!
The wind picked up now, and blew the rain into her right ear instead. If Janet had not been carrying two rather heavy shopping bags, she would have gripped onto her hat tightly to stop it blowing away, just as she had done when she was a child. How long ago that was now…
Finally, she turned again, this time into her sparse front garden. She slowly stepped up to her front door, put down her shopping and fumbled for her keys. Eventually, she stepped into the relative dryness of her hallway, then along to her kitchen to put everything away - except the dog food. She would feed Charles first. That old thing - she did love him. Named after her late husband, he had helped to fill the lonely hole in her life after he had passed away. They both had the same dark eyes, Janet thought. Putting the now full bowl of dog food back onto the floor, she now called:
“Char-les! Charles! Come here, you silly boy. It’s your dinner!”
No reply.