This morning when I woke up I was ready to Write for Ten. I went to check the prompt to see what it was today – Dump – hmmm, I had no idea of where to start or even if I would be able to write anything. I think there is too much choice. I liked that about the setting prompt, that it had to be in a Police Station so I didn’t have to make any decisions other than to write with that in mind. With word prompts and so much variety I am finding it much harder – I am not a natural decision maker – and I am sure this is great practice for me.
So, I am sat here on my day off at 9.50am ready to get writing for 10 minutes, I am listening to my starred playlist from Spotify and the first song up is Amy Winehouse and Valerie….wish me luck…
‘its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring’ she sang. The baby still screamed out as if she was ripping her arms out of their sockets. She began bouncing her on her knees and the crying stopped, she stopped the bouncing and the crying started again, she began bouncing the baby again. Her knees were aching but she was glad of the crying respite. Looking out of the window of the Caravan she could see the rain really was hammering down, the noise it made as it hit the roof and ricocheted off was almost deafening but she found it soothing. She looked down at the baby. The baby looked up at her. The baby’s face was damp with the tears that had just splashed down onto her cheeks, the eyelashes were all clumped together as though trying to keep warm and snot was slowly sliding from her nose to the top of her lip. The baby leaned into her mother and closed her eyes and at that moment she closed her eyes too. Just for a second.
He had promised her a life together, a home to share and raise their child in, but most importantly to her he had promised that he would always be there for her, whatever the weather. She looked at him lying asleep on the couch, his pale face and a body ravished by disease. At that moment he opened his eyes and looked at her and she looked back at him. He smiled. It didn’t matter if she lived in a dump she would be ok, but she needed him, he couldn’t leave her, how would she survive without him.
Ok, finished! My 1 year old niece is over and I think she inspired this piece with her screaming – the song now playing is War of the Worlds by Get Cape.Wear Cape.Fly.
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