Here’s another short creative writing exercise from the #SRSummerSchool – we were looking at the idea of mixing up the timeline and starting ‘in media res’ – or right in the middle of the action. Here’s what I came up with.
I shut the door behind me and fall back onto my unmade bed, a low thrill bubbling away at the pit of my belly. There is a distinct feeling in the air of change. After years of taking tiny steps which seemed pointless at the time, I am looking back at my tracks, admiring quite how far I have come without realising it.
It’s nearly 10am, and I have only just got home.
I sit up, slip off my trainers and unbutton my jeans to let my stomach breathe after nearly 24 hours of being corseted by denim. Knotting my hair at the nape of my neck, and rolling over onto my front, the bed creaks beneath me. A trail of products and tools snake around the floor; the memory of a mad dash, running late with a face to fix.
Unlocking my phone, I find myself scrolling through nearly a decade of names, looking for one in particular. This is a moment I never saw coming, I think to myself.
I find what I’m looking for, and I delete him. I am unaware that this would become another moment I might want to delete as well.
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