I've been out of writing for a long time. My last piece was Easter, about two months ago, and before that it was a long old time.
My reasons for this sound, to my ears at least, mournfully self-pitying. However, as far as I'm concerned, this is my story and I'm sticking with it. My job has kept me very busy and I simply haven't had the mental space to write. I sometimes feel like writing requires at least two of these three: Time, willpower, energy. Pick two. I haven't managed to have two of those in the same space for nearly a year now.
Anyway, I'm on my way out of this particular job and hopefully moving on to doing some writing. I'd love to write a long piece again, using these little vignettes as mere warm-up pieces.
Let's hope this happens.
Written on two separate evenings, here is a piece of more realistic fiction. My wife said it's unlike a lot of my stuff, where I think there's usually something a bit weird or supernatural, or an odd twist. I suppose this has an odd twist, but it's not as twisted as most of my stuff. Please enjoy, and let me know what you think in the comments.
033 - Expectations
Jessica let the water sluice over her body, revelling in the warmth.
Steam filled the air and the smell of her mint shower gel mingled with the
warm-shower smell. Bliss, she thought.
While she washed, letting the foamy suds wash away the mire of sleep,
her mind wandered. The day ahead was going to be busy; the call had come early
that Overseer Simon wasn’t going to be in, and Jessica would be expected to
take his place. It was at once thrilling and terrifying, with today being
stocktake day and Mr Fujikama visiting from the Tokyo branch. One of those
alone would have kept them busy, but both at the same time was a potential
nightmare waiting to happen. Or, she reflected, it could be the thing that
finally shows Management what a useless sack of shit Simon really was.
