Saturday morning dawns and I am wide awake. In fact I haven't slept all night, my mind was racing and I couldn't get comfy. Instead I'm sat on the sofa watching the sun rise through the front window.
The brilliance of having no neighbours and a panoramic view onto rolling hills and flowing fields of lush green grass. In winter, the white blanket and grey mist fill the eery silence with it's mysterious gift, the gift of solitude.
Out the door I go, bag over my shoulder and supplies at the ready, I'm heading for the meadow, my piece of heaven, my true home.
Treading up the hill as I reach the top the meadow spreads out before me. How much has the meadow seen in it's time here? How many lovers have strolled here as fledglings and come out stronger than ever?
A shiver runs down my spine, something is happening and I have no idea what? Looking around the scenery doesn't look to have changed, but something has happened.
Out the corner of my eye I see a flash of someone walking up towards the meadow. Very strange though, the person looks like he is wearing older style clothes, perhaps they like it that way?
Oh my god, he, yes he looks to be approaching me. My heart beats like never before as he edges closer. I feel like I've been hit by lightning, could he be the one?
Sunday, 21 October 2012
Friday, 12 October 2012
Story 1 - The meadow part 1
As I inhale the menthol smoke from my cigarette, my mind wanders the long winding corridor of my memories. So many doors, so many keys, too much to choose from.
Oh hell, why does reality have to bite, break over it's time to go back to work. I seem to live in the past, as of now the present seems boring and the future seems scary.
Secretly, I spy upon my work friends, usually wondering what they are thinking, doing after work or if their lives are exciting? Most of them have boyfriends or husbands (or in the case of Geena she has one of each), stupid girl, one day her hubby will find out.
I can hear your mind ticking away, wondering if I have a husband or boyfriend? The answer? No, not since my break up with my idiot boyfriend 6yrs ago. He was a jerk, Jeff (my ex) used to slap me around, usually in one of his moods, until one day, I have to leave it there, the boss is coming.
Home at last and a big bonus - it's Friday, no work until Monday. Time for a takeaway, bubblebath and a movie, I might even go to the cinema.
What was I saying earlier? Ah yes Jeff, one day he just up and vanished, mind you I did shout at him the night before to be gone by the time I got home or else I'd get someone to chuck him out. When I got home that night, he'd gone.
Oh yes, the bubble bath, so relaxing, all the tension in my muscles slowly melt away and listening to music is therapy.
I'd like to find someone, someone who appreciates me, can look after me and generally enjoy life and what it has to offer.
By 8pm I'm curled up with a glass of wine and a book, the movie can wait. I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
(c) 2012 N A Mosby
Part 2, to come sometime in the next 7 days.
Remember I haven't edited this or anything, I'm using my imagination only lol!!
Oh hell, why does reality have to bite, break over it's time to go back to work. I seem to live in the past, as of now the present seems boring and the future seems scary.
Secretly, I spy upon my work friends, usually wondering what they are thinking, doing after work or if their lives are exciting? Most of them have boyfriends or husbands (or in the case of Geena she has one of each), stupid girl, one day her hubby will find out.
I can hear your mind ticking away, wondering if I have a husband or boyfriend? The answer? No, not since my break up with my idiot boyfriend 6yrs ago. He was a jerk, Jeff (my ex) used to slap me around, usually in one of his moods, until one day, I have to leave it there, the boss is coming.
Home at last and a big bonus - it's Friday, no work until Monday. Time for a takeaway, bubblebath and a movie, I might even go to the cinema.
What was I saying earlier? Ah yes Jeff, one day he just up and vanished, mind you I did shout at him the night before to be gone by the time I got home or else I'd get someone to chuck him out. When I got home that night, he'd gone.
Oh yes, the bubble bath, so relaxing, all the tension in my muscles slowly melt away and listening to music is therapy.
I'd like to find someone, someone who appreciates me, can look after me and generally enjoy life and what it has to offer.
By 8pm I'm curled up with a glass of wine and a book, the movie can wait. I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
(c) 2012 N A Mosby
Part 2, to come sometime in the next 7 days.
Remember I haven't edited this or anything, I'm using my imagination only lol!!
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