Posted Saturday December 31
This week’s words at Sunday's Whirligig are - bottom, breath, blue, dressed, drowning, discovered, match, mirror, mine, losing, love and lap .
The first thoughts that sprang into my mind when I read the prompt words were ‘does my bottom look big in this’ and standing before a mirror breathing in! I never go for first thoughts you’ll be relieved to hear!
Typical. I queue for a bus for ages and two arrive together. Most of them crowd onto the blue bus, so I jump on the white one. The doors hiss closed, and we glide off. An elderly fellow sits staring at the floor gripping a white walking stick. I think he’s asleep. And there’s a lady dressed in white. She bears a fixed grin and gently strokes a white cat on her lap. Odd. I get my Kindle from my pocket and start to read. It’s a love story. I don't like love stories. Why did I buy it?
The bus stops and I look up. Where on earth am I? The other two shuffle off so I follow. I’m met by a woman in white carrying a clipboard and she indicates that I should follow her. We walk into a building and down some steps. At the bottom everything is white. The floor, the ceiling, the walls, the glass in a mirror, my breath. It all matches. She pushes open a white door and I wander in. The door closes behind me. I come over tired so I climb into bed and pull the white sheets over my head. In seconds I'm asleep.
Often I wake in the early hours of the morning with a story running through my mind. It always has a start and a middle but no end. I have to jump out of bed, rush to my computer and type it out as quickly as I can to prevent losing it. It’s just happened again, hence what you’ve just read. Now I need an ending.
Hang on; this keyboard isn't mine. This isn’t my room. Everything’s white. Where am I?