Bliss #developingyoureye 4

coffee in bed

Morning coffee in bed, drunk at leisure, in peace, undisturbed except for the purring of the cat. #bliss

#developingyoureye 4

Bank Holiday Blues

I really don't like Bank Holidays. They sweep in with promises of activity and days out and good times but they never live up to expectation. In fact I can't remember the last time a Bank Holiday (Christmas not included - that's a whole other ball game) included a fun day out. I am therefore, as usual, home alone doing desultry housework, and trying to write something.
And I do have a project to write for...Crossing The Tees Festival mini project on breaking barriers and crossing boundaries. I have a story half written. It needs some work to beat it into shape.
I also have a poem to work on. That's a much more slippery piece. Tricksy. So it has been relegated to the "Look At Later" pile.

In the meantime, between loading the washer and washing the pots, I have drunk way to much coffee and written a six word story about waiting...
 ...and a Last Line First story about noise.
I'm now considering 75 words for Paragraph Planet.
Oh...and I've written a blog post...So. There you go. Productive Bank Holiday fun. Hope you're enjoying yours.

Exams - Flash Fiction

Zoe sat shredding the serviette, the coffee forgotten, cold in its polystyrene cup. All around other students swarmed in and out. Their chatter a rising crescendo, fading away as the swarm departed. She thought she might die from the noise, it seemed so alien to her. So much chattering and laughter. The remains of the serviette twisted tight in her fingers. She clung to it as if it alone could stop her from falling apart.
A buzzer sounded. The harsh claxon drawing the swarm suddenly away. Alone, Zoe slumped into her seat. And the tears came.