Closing my eyes, I listened. The birdsong from the trees flanking the park at the end of the street. the humdrum for distant traffic, rush hour was long gone, dusk settling making the view seem slightly Smokey and out of focus.
I sat gazing out of the open windows upon the city below. From my elevation I could see the twinkling lights and rooftops of the city below. A light spring breeze cooling me from the open windows.
Attic was my escape, my piece of paradise where I knew no one would bother me. I had longed for this solace over the last few days. So much had changed yet so much still stayed the same.
Staring at my open journal page, I realised words were not working for me this evening.
Alex had picked up the last of his stuff earlier in the day while I was still at work, I remembered I needed to change the locks.
We had been together two years, which felt like for ever yet no time at all. It was the texts to her that did it. I couldn’t believe it.
My mind felt numb, I had no words, I felt broken. The man I trusted in the whole world had betrayed me. Right under my nose…..
I’m simply using the image above which is of a model I recently made/ customised. I’m not really a writer. But having said that, I write a blog, so what exactly IS a writer – if not someone who writes? Maybe I should say I’m not a published author. Yes that’s more accurate. So I just wrote. Imagined who might be sitting in that room gazing out of that window. The start of a fictional story.
I didn’t give it much more thought than that.
Should I carry on the story?
Yes, carry on the story…
Yes please carry on the story…