Fancy a quickie?

Here is some quick fiction that I wrote at the start of the Summer...

I lied as still as possible on the bed, breathing as gently and as deeply as I could. The window was ajar and I could feel the warm breeze lapping at my body.  Why was the bed so far from the window, just out of reach. I sighed and the sound struggled to cross the room, fighting its way through the dense humidity. School had closed for the summer last week and the heat had sat protecting us like an umbrella over Chesmont ever since.

“JESSE! JESSE! Hurry up and get a move on, time waits for no-one, we have to go…NOW!”

“JESSE!”

“OK, OK, OK, OK –STOP SHOUTING AT ME! I’M COMING NOW!”

Why does my mother always have to yell? Why does she seem to think that speaking in proverbs is somehow going to make me do as she says? Why can’t she just calm down and stop nagging me?

I need a shower.

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I’m sat in the kitchen, the window is open and the breeze is barely audible on my skin. The window seems so far away, I could barely get to it to let the breeze in. Chesmont had never had a summer like this one and I wonder if it will again. I woke Jesse over an hour ago to make sure that we wouldn’t be late. She hates being late, she always has done since she was a little girl. I should check on her.

“JESSE! JESSE! Hurry up and get a move on, time waits for no-one, we have to go…NOW!”

“OK, OK, OK, OK –STOP SHOUTING AT ME! I’M COMING NOW!”

Is that the bathroom door locking? Why hasn’t she had a shower yet? Why does she think that I woke her up an hour ago? Why doesn’t she listen to me anymore? Why does she always have to yell?

I need a drink.