It's cold. It's bloody cold.
It's the first of May.
We're still in Stage 3 Lockdown.
I'm making Barney's mum's lemonslice later today to take round to them on Sunday.
I'm pondering whether I need to change out of my ugg boots to go the supermarket later. It's that cold. I'm wearing ugg boots.
And I managed to do all 30 days of the Writers Victoria April Flash Fiction Challenge. 30 days, 30 words. 30 thoughts. It's a great thing to get the creative juices flowing.
Will need to find another creative challenge for May.
@Writers_Vic#WVFlashFiction20#Read— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 23, 2020
He snatched her book from her hands and took a match to it, dropping the burning book between them.
“Don’t know why you read.”
“Don’t know why I stay.”
@Writers_Vic#WVFlashFiction20#Measure— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 24, 2020
The Negroni. So elegant, old-fashioned, yet decidedly hipster cool. Pour a measure of dry gin, vermouth and Campari over ice. Shake well and serve over ice. Garnish with orange peel.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Rivet— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 25, 2020
His thumb circled the rivet on her jeans’ pocket.
‘Why they make jeans with these?’
‘They’re magic buttons,’ she replied.
‘Really?’
‘They magically make you unattractive for asking dumb questions.’
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Clarity— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 26, 2020
For clarity’s sake, the lawyer obfuscated the emblematical nuances of the litigious case, ensuring the plaintiff’s unwieldly confession appeared viable to the jurors. He appeared knowledgeable. He’d mastered the bluff.
@Writers_Vic#WVFlashFiction20#distorted— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 27, 2020
He loved the song’s distorted bass, the way the reverberation went through his chest, demanding he jump along with the mosh pit’s thrum. Live music made his life worth living.
@Writers_Vic#WVFlashFiction20#gather— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 28, 2020
In her ideal life, she would gather cats and hats, rather than men and gin. Cats were far more reliable than men and hats never left you with morning-after tears.
@Writers_Vic#WVFlashFiction20#fixated— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 28, 2020
Her room was filled with Barbies and unicorns. She wondered if her mother had her fixated at a gawky eleven. At thirty-five, she wished for the innocence of simpler times.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Focus— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 30, 2020
Quarantine had sapped her energy and diminished her will and desire. She found it hard to focus. Somehow, she rose, showered and ate of a morning, and this was enough.
Today's song. Brought to you by the 30 Day Song Challenge.
Day 8: A song about drugs or alcohol
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