Write about anything you’d like.
Somewhere in your post, include the sentence,
“I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”
She heard the car door slam behind her, and immediately looked at her wristwatch, but her mind has failed to register what time it actually was. The thing was that she didn't need to know the exact time as she has never been late in her life, especially when it was about the airports.
Hardly possible to imagine, but she spent the most part of her life being aware of so many events which were meant to happen and they did happen sooner or later, though her name wasn't Cassandra, she has never touched a single book about witchcraft and wore a sceptical smile, when people around were talking about "the sixth sense". It was the way she was born, and such a thing as a wristwatch was completely useless for her from a practical point of view. Why should she bother about time, when she could see the future for so many miles ahead?
But she kept wearing it, so it was a gift, one of the most precious things she'd ever gotten.
It's always amazed her in a way, how people could give a completely meaningless thing "a meaning" and keep that thing safe and close to the heart no matter what it really was - a cinema ticket, a nice seashell found at the beach or a dead flower, hidden in between the pages of a favourite book. And she also had a nice collection of useless precious rubbish of her own, but her wristwatch was a way more special.
Firstly, it was a gift from her closest friend, who now was so far away from her, and having that thing on her wrist made the almost physical pain of missing a little bit easier. Then, she was always wearing something at her wrists or fingers to keep her eyes on it, when she felt nervous, and that black leather bracelet fitted that purpose perfectly. And the last and most peculiar thing about this wristwatch was it's role of a reminder, that time was never late as well and all the events which happen in our lives keep tending to happen at an exact time.
That was the thought which was echoing inside her head all the time her taxi was driving to the airport, as she was going to leave the country for her best friend's wedding - another marker on the map of her life she has been aware of for so many years already. But forseeing the future doesn't mean pure awareness of how to react on or feel the right way about that future. And her-own-self tragedy was her "never been feeling right" about a single situation. An emotional cripple she was.
Even now, standing at the airport and looking at the sky of such a perfect shade of blue it could make her cry, she, who was just about to get on a plane, come to another country and meet her dearest friend who was going to get married and live happily ever after, smiled of course, smiled that kind of a genuine hollywood smile, beaming like mid-summer sinshine. But, alongside that feeling of teenage reckless happiness she got a feeling of another kind - a miserable taste of self-pitty at her tongue, as she felt awfully alone. And that, she thought, was not right at all.
... She looked at her wristwatch again, trying to concentrate on the exact time now. It was 7.15 am and she still had plenty of time for a cup of black tea, sorting her emotional mish mash out and signing a wedding card for her friend. There was still time for her to be the happiest person ever in the whole world one day, because time, a heartless bitch though, has never failed anything, and that was the one and only thing she has surely believed in through all of her life.
Somewhere in your post, include the sentence,
“I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”
Sorry,
but I've fucked up with the rules again,
and I'm not really sorry.
She heard the car door slam behind her, and immediately looked at her wristwatch, but her mind has failed to register what time it actually was. The thing was that she didn't need to know the exact time as she has never been late in her life, especially when it was about the airports.
Hardly possible to imagine, but she spent the most part of her life being aware of so many events which were meant to happen and they did happen sooner or later, though her name wasn't Cassandra, she has never touched a single book about witchcraft and wore a sceptical smile, when people around were talking about "the sixth sense". It was the way she was born, and such a thing as a wristwatch was completely useless for her from a practical point of view. Why should she bother about time, when she could see the future for so many miles ahead?
But she kept wearing it, so it was a gift, one of the most precious things she'd ever gotten.
It's always amazed her in a way, how people could give a completely meaningless thing "a meaning" and keep that thing safe and close to the heart no matter what it really was - a cinema ticket, a nice seashell found at the beach or a dead flower, hidden in between the pages of a favourite book. And she also had a nice collection of useless precious rubbish of her own, but her wristwatch was a way more special.
Firstly, it was a gift from her closest friend, who now was so far away from her, and having that thing on her wrist made the almost physical pain of missing a little bit easier. Then, she was always wearing something at her wrists or fingers to keep her eyes on it, when she felt nervous, and that black leather bracelet fitted that purpose perfectly. And the last and most peculiar thing about this wristwatch was it's role of a reminder, that time was never late as well and all the events which happen in our lives keep tending to happen at an exact time.
That was the thought which was echoing inside her head all the time her taxi was driving to the airport, as she was going to leave the country for her best friend's wedding - another marker on the map of her life she has been aware of for so many years already. But forseeing the future doesn't mean pure awareness of how to react on or feel the right way about that future. And her-own-self tragedy was her "never been feeling right" about a single situation. An emotional cripple she was.
Even now, standing at the airport and looking at the sky of such a perfect shade of blue it could make her cry, she, who was just about to get on a plane, come to another country and meet her dearest friend who was going to get married and live happily ever after, smiled of course, smiled that kind of a genuine hollywood smile, beaming like mid-summer sinshine. But, alongside that feeling of teenage reckless happiness she got a feeling of another kind - a miserable taste of self-pitty at her tongue, as she felt awfully alone. And that, she thought, was not right at all.
... She looked at her wristwatch again, trying to concentrate on the exact time now. It was 7.15 am and she still had plenty of time for a cup of black tea, sorting her emotional mish mash out and signing a wedding card for her friend. There was still time for her to be the happiest person ever in the whole world one day, because time, a heartless bitch though, has never failed anything, and that was the one and only thing she has surely believed in through all of her life.
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