Day 2A Chapter by LouiseAndrea rolled over. "Hon, are you
awake?" Deborah was awake and kept silent, playing possum to
avoid her girlfriend's daily small talk and questions about what she'd do today
or what groceries they were lacking. Accepting D's apparent sleep
Andrea got out of bed and into the bathroom, taking a shower and preparing for
the day. She always took her time, so Deborah opened her eyes and sat up
slowly. She felt hungover in a guilty way. Andrea was so full of energy, owning
that coffee shop and keeping it successful. Perhaps she was a demon,
perhaps she had sucked out all Deborah's own energy. Perhaps Deborah really
just felt guiltily hungover because she had yet to tell A about her non-existing
new book, which was due what felt like ten minutes ago. D scratched her neck and looked out the window and was
reminded how she used to be able to write a short story about anything as
common as looking out the window at other people's lives. The couple in the
apartment opposite to her own who looked like they'd be in for a divorce
anytime, the boy in the yard playing football with his friends, or the old man
sweeping the pavement at any given moment. There used to be stories in that
stuff but now they created one or two great sentences in her head at best and
then disappeared. "Oh, you are awake!" Andrea
stood in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom with a towel wrapped
around her hair. "I haven't wiped the shower yet, in case you wanted to
get up early today?" She sat down on their bed and put on some dark
leggings, always caring about how much of a barista she looked like. "Sure, sure. I'll be up in a few, the room's just
very cold this morning, don't you think? Beds are too comfy too." said Deborah
with a curved smile, trying to draw the time. "You're terribly lucky, you
know that? Being a writer, being able to get out of bed whenever you feel like
i- Oh, look at the time. I've got to go if I don't want my employees ruining
the espresso machine." Andrea leaned over at pecked her on the cheek.
"I'll do the shopping today, I'll be home at five. Write something for me
today, hm? You know your little note-it poems turns my legs to jelly." As
she rushed out the room, the tiny enstance hall and eventually the door,
Deborah sank down under the covers once again. Not only was she in deep waters,
she was also alone. © 2013 Louise |
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2 Reviews Added on July 2, 2013 Last Updated on July 2, 2013 Tags: full cup steady hand, writer's block, writer's life, loss of creativity, slice of life AuthorLouiseDenmarkAboutI'm Louise. Short prose is my preferred way of writing, though all lengths of stories appeal to me as reads. In elementary school I learned to love making stories up, in high school I learned to .. more..Writing
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