Work in progress 1…
I’ve decided to use blogging for my writing a bit more. I have had very little time to write lately, and I need to generate more possible material, doing this in a public place will help “motivate” me as well. If I only have 5 min or an hour, I’ll be working on my fiction here. So these exercises will hopefully allow me to experiment and create, coming up with stories that I will then edit and revise.
There were dishes. She stood before the sink looking out of the slits between the blinds at her neighbor’s home. Both cars were already gone. The driveway sat empty alongside a colorful row of roses resting in a mound of recently laid mulch. Two small birds walked across the thick lawn, stooping to peck at the grass before moving to the next patch, their movements mechanical, as if some programmer forgot he was trying to imitate life.
The dishes in the sink bothered her. She should have done them the night before. There was nothing worse than waking up to a sink full of dirty dishes. It was like starting the day already behind. And today there was much to be done.
She turned on the water, the sound startling her with its intensity and looking back, caught her reflection in the mirror in the hall. At 31, she was young with her hair held back into a loose pony tail, but she was not as young as she had been at 21.
The night before Gabriel had held her in bed.
“I’m gonna love growing old with you,” he whispered.
“You’re saying I’m old?” she asked.
“No, I just mean…” he sighed. “I just love you.”
Gabriel kissed her, before turning and his side of the bed curved to meet his body. She, however, remained on her back, staring into the darkness that covered them.