‘See you later Dom.’ I kicked off my boots and threw them into the footwell on the passenger side, slamming the door shut and starting the engine as I watched Dom pull away. As the dark clouds above descended, I was glad to be in the warmth with the heater now on full blast. The now rain soaked pitch was dimly lit with only two out of the four flood lights working shedding little light in my direction, so I turned on the headlights and made my way towards the exit.
Sam Turner, a gentleman they call me-a popular one at that. Apparently a gifted footballer who’s just turned 19. I still live at home with my parents but I’m pretty confident it won’t be long before me and the Mrs take the giant leap and find a place of our own. By day, I’m a student, studying Chemistry-a subject i’ve always had a keen interest in. Anyway, that’s enough about me. It all sounds too good to be true, right? The truth is, I never made it to the exit on that fateful night in January.
I love to write without too much planning. Creative writing I believe should be exactly that. There is no greater challenge than starting with a blank page and a blank mind.
My train ride home from work takes exactly 23 minutes. Those 23 minutes are usually spent plugged into my phone or listening to other commuters conversation. Well not last night. Last night I attempted to complete a very short work of fiction from the point I boarded the train to the point I stepped off again. With a blank canvas, 23 minutes and an empty mind, is this the opening of an intriguing story?
Let me know your thoughts. Thanks guys. As always a huge thank you to my latest followers and to those that have stuck with me. ‘A Hole in Serenity’ is almost there so thank you for your patience!