Thursday, November 7, 2013

It's the Resurrection Blogfest!

Mina Lobo over at Some Dark Romantic is celebrating the second anniversary of her blog by hosting the Resurrection Blogfest.  The idea is to resurrect a post from the past year that you really liked but just didn't get enough lovin' the first time around (or that you just feel like re-sharing for whatever reason).  Make sure you stop by Mina's to wish her a happy blog-o-versary and say 'Hi!" and then hop through the list to visit your blog friends and leave comment lovin' on their posts.

My post is from not too long ago- May 21st, to be precise.  I'm re-sharing it because I just really, really liked how it came out and would love some more comments on it.  It came from an excercise in Brian Kitely's 3am Epiphany (which I seriously recommend to any writer wishing to improve their craft, BTW)- the challenge was to write 500 words in which you put the reader in the protagonist's shoes- make them think their thoughts, feel their feelings, see the world using their five senses.  This is was what came out of that when I gave it a try- I hope you like it.

The Days You Wish You'd Stayed

Look out into the blinding orange glow of the sunset through squinted eyes and think of creamsicles melting and that sticky sensation between your fingers.  Wonder why the hell memories that are so obscure come back to you so easily while you can’t remember what day it is.  Note that a lot of days, lately, seem to bleed into one another without you noticing.

Walk back to your ratty apartment doing your best impersonation of a zombie and repeat the mantra of the day: as if it matters.  Sense in a vague and detached way that you’re hungry and wonder when was the last time that you ate.  Think about this for far longer than it should take you to recall such a simple fact.

Smell the fumes of the truck driving past you and recollect, with startling clarity, the sound she made when she laughed.  Replay the lilting, titillating sound in your mind as you drag your body along the route that’s programmed into your steps.  Wonder why you keep thinking of her when you know with certainty that you’re glad you left.

Repeat the last fight you had and remember that detached look she had in her eyes- the look that made you feel like an ant who’d wandered onto her picnic blanket and ruined the whole damned spread.  Bask in the warmth of your anger, still fresh in your blood, and rest assured that you really are so much better off.

Lose that feeling immediately upon turning the key in your lock and opening the door to your achingly empty living room.  Sigh louder and more dramatically then you intend to and then kick yourself for being such a morose bastard.

Throw your keys down on the coffee table, littered with empty drive-through cups and cigarette butts and feel heavier.  Seriously consider the possibility that you’re headed for an early heart attack if you don’t get your shit together and stumble over to the refrigerator praying that there’s an apple or a cup of yogurt of at least a carrot in there.   

Wilt at the sight of the empty shelves and that box of baking soda stuck in the back and momentarily allow yourself to sink deeper into the gloom that’s taken hold of you.  Linger in the unnaturally white light while questioning how the hell you let it get so bad and then shake your head and swear that you’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow.

Grab a can of spaghettios from the cabinet and open it into a plastic bowl.  Toss it into the microwave and hit the buttons.  Think about the smell of her hair as it draped over you in bed, the way her skin felt when you brushed up against her under the covers, the weight of her as she slept on your chest.  Stir to the sound of the ding and hate yourself for drifting off again.

Stand there alone in your tiny kitchen in your shitty apartment and wish that you’d stayed.

5 comments:

  1. Very descriptive piece. Well done.

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  2. Great glimpse into his head! Very evocative. Glad you chose this one for the Resurrection bloghop.

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  3. You are seriously one of the best writers I know! You did a perfect job with this piece!

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  4. Wonderfully done, Beverly. You do have a gift for conveying feeling on a deep level which is engaging and *real*. Rock on with your bad self, gurl! And thanks for joining in mah 'hop! :-)

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  5. Oh, I felt every inch of pain and confusion in that passage. Thanks for resurrecting :)

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