This year was the year I chose to share my work with an online community who will not just appreciate what I write but also identify a peice of themselves past or present.
“Crouching in the corner of the room between the door and the wall. My hands scrunched into my hair near my eyes trying to drown out his screaming. I’m crying now, tears streaming down my face as he bends down towards me and his face so close to mine I could smell his breathe.”
“I pull my car onto the side of the road. The sun is warm on the back of my neck as I walk up the driveway. I hear a loud noise from inside the house. I run up the front stairs and open the door. It’s unlocked. In the living room our old brown side table is lying on its back. Pieces of a drinking glass lie on the floor in a pool of what looks like beer.”
“I woke up with a shock, it was like I didn’t expect to hear my alarm this morning. Springing out of bed as I realise the date. Today’s the day. Breakfast? Done, Shower? Done, now I’m sitting on my chair with one leg crossed over the other and a coffee cup in my hand. the dress hanging on my door. Today’s the day. I look at my left hand. The diamonds on my ring shine in the sunlight that dares to seep through the curtains. I smile.”
“It started with a smile, I was walking along the street when I saw you. You smiled at me and I somehow broke out of my comfort zone and said hello. We talked and it was great, I told you about my music and you told me about yours. I didn’t know it yet but I like you.”
“He’s sitting across from me drinking his drink, “this is good stuff. Might come here more often.” He said smiling at me. I honestly don’t know what to say, I nod in response and he starts talking to me about something. I don’t even know the subject, all I can see is his smile and hazel eyes. He’s beautiful, not just in a physical sense but in an intellectual sense too.”
“The bar is bustling with people tonight, takes me only seconds to realise that it was open mic night. I’ve always hated open mic night; some people could actually sing while others couldn’t. I don’t usually have the patience to listen but for some reason I don’t walk out the door. Instead I sit at the bar in the garden and order a cocktail.”
“My eyes fling open at the sound of my alarm blaring throughout the darkness of my room. The air is chilly, groaning, I grab the blankets, pull them up to my shoulders and roll onto my side.”
“I’ve been working as Jason’s assistant for six months now and all I have noticed is that, one, despite how strict he is about playing by the book, he’s actually really good at his job and two, he literally has five girlfriends. Yes, you heard that right, five fucking girlfriends. He sees one a day every week leaving his weekends to be on his own. Every night, he is picked up by a different woman, there’s two blondes, a brunette, an auburn hair beauty, which secretly is my favourite, and a girl with pastel pink hair that I wish I could pull off.”
““So you like him then? This guy that you keep texting every time we hang out.” I barely hear her; I’m distracted by a message he sent me.
I bet you look stunning today
I smile widely, a ball of paper hits me on my arm. I look up to see my friend, Sophie, trying not to laugh.”
“Kylie runs down the beach towards the water. Her child-like excitement radiates off her in a contagious glow, “I love the beach.” She told me once, “the sun shining on my skin, the feel of the sand between my toes as the waves wash over my feet. It’s almost like paradise. I can forget my troubles here.” I remember her tell me.”
“He’s here girl.” My best friend Amy nudges my arm with hers.
I turn in my chair to see the guy in question. He’s walking towards me, something he always does when he comes into the office every morning.
“I look at the empty space next to me as I lay in bed. The alarm clock on the night stand flashing the time at me. It’s 2am and I know that I should be asleep but sleeping doesn’t come easy these days. I’ll lay awake staring at the ceiling most nights, listening to the possum running up and down the roof racks. Given that possums are usually nocturnal, it’s any wonder the damn thing is running around keeping me awake. Sighing loudly, I roll over and close my eyes for the hundredth time tonight but my phone rings.”
“Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I smile. Today’s a big day for me. I’ve decided that I’m going to tell my best friend how I feel about him. I’ve chosen to wear something I know he already likes. Black skinny jeans with a white top and a light blue denim jacket. No makeup, he always teases me when I wear more than lip gloss.
My phone chimes with a text. My heart quickens.”
“There are some things that I don’t understand like why is the sky blue and what makes the earth spin but most of all I don’t understand why it’s the nice one’s who finish last.”
“It hasn’t truly felt like summer these past few weeks, not until today. The sky is a bright blue, not a cloud to be seen. Sitting in bed reading a book, the sun shining onto my hands and I can feel it. The heat of summer coming through the curtains.”
“Staring at my watch, the bus is a few minutes late. Sighing I press play on the song and stare at the ground. It’s only the third week into the trimester and I feel like I’m already failing. I’m behind in all the readings and have begun contemplating dropping out of this trimester and trying again next year. It’d only be one class, what would the harm be right?”
“You would think that I would be nervous but I’m not. Sitting here with her, I feel like I’m home.
She turns her head towards me, her smile emanating her joy. Her joyous smile is contagious; I can’t help but smile in return. I don’t for the life of me hear what she’s saying, she’s pointing out over the ocean. The sun rising in the distance, the pink and orange hues shine a halo around the world.”
““I don’t understand.” I say softly, staring at the picture on my phone. “I have known Aaron for eleven years and I never once saw him as more than a friend. Why now?”
Shay giggles. I snap my head in her direction. She’s grinning like a maniac. I narrow my eyes at her. Her hands fly up in defence.”