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Occasionally I experiment with monologue. My Writing Class today was on 'person', so here is a combination of first and the devilishly-tricky second...
You can approach this prompt any way you choose. The overall theme is of course indecision. I've interspersed the words of the prompt throughout. They're in a different colour and large type...
Yes, well it’s nearly winter, so I’m in a bad mood, how about you? Okay, I know winter can be a cosy time of year. After all, what could be better than snuggling up with a lover in a warm bed? Not much, that is, if you had a lover. And that’s the problem you see. I have no lover, no one to warm my bed. Well, that’s not strictly true. I have Pusska, my Russian Blue Siamese who loves me well. Well, he’s not exactly human but oh he makes a good leg warmer. He gets right in under the covers and lies on my poor cold feet. Alright then, that’s not all he does. He also sits beside me as I look out the window, searching for my lost lover who obviously isn’t coming back. Aren't I the fool then? I shiver and dream of my soft bed but I pull my shawl closer and worry the bright beads around my neck while I peer into the night. I’m rather an obsessive type who doesn’t like to let go as you've already figured out. But I should, shouldn't I? I murmur endearments to Pusska that I used to whisper to Vallen when he was in a mind to be loved. Pusska loved him too and I can tell he misses the way Vallen used to toss him off the recliner chair before the fire. Pusska had a habit of sneaking onto the master’s chair until Vallen got home but I notice poor kitty just sits beside it now and looks up suspiciously, as if he thinks Vallen might come back if his chair's not taken. I used to make do with the radiant heat, or whatever was left over after Vallen and Pusska warmed up. I was happy with whatever I could get, pitiful me. But I want that old life back don't I? I’m desperate. I’m lonely. I’m sick of just daydreaming about Vallen. Sure, he could be cruel but that’s all I’ve ever known in my lifetime. I’ve read in books how heroes are chivalrous, kind, thoughtful, well, that’s a laugh isn't it? My heroes have all been in the Vallen mode – nasty and brutish. But just when you think you can take no more, these brutes do something beautiful, move your chair closer to the fire, bring home some trinket you’ve lusted after, bring you a cat to keep you warm when they’re planning on doing a runner, leaving you all alone to face winter...
Yes, well, it's officially the first day of Winter in Australia today. Autumn and Winter are my two favourite seasons over here. Just right. Glorious sunshine, not too hot. It's nice to get those boots out for a couple of wearings before it's too hot again. And brush up that winter coat for going out at night. Sadly, I have no fire to recline before, but yes, we do have fireplaces in Australia in some cold places, just not very common in Queensland which is semi-tropical.
- So I was inspired by the season and my writing class today. What do you think? Did you think Vallen was another cat? Yes, I thought so too when I was writing it, but no, I decided to make him an ugly human instead, lol!
WORD COUNT: 392
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