The Voice (anxiety) In My Head

WRITNG PROMPT:

Screenshot 2020-04-13 at 20.38.45Curiosity and the need to write brought me here – to have a go at something I haven’t ever tried before.

“This is risky and I don’t want to do it, you know this but yet here we are despite it.” (20)

“You need to chill out a bit, what do you think is going to happen to us now?!” (19)

“There are so many possibilities right now of what could go awry and we would have no control!” (18)

“…’Of what could go awry’, she says – ‘what could‘, but how about what could actually go right?” (17)

“Don’t mock me, it isn’t appreciated at all and don’t you think I already know that!” (16)

“Open your eyes, live a little, take some risks, lose some of your shitty control.” (15)

“No thank you, I’d rather not – you know rules are there for good reason.” (14)

“Rules are meant to be broken or at the very least, slightly bent!” (13)

“I disagree, rules are there to protect and they keep us safe.” (12)

“You can’t do this forever, you know that don’t you, Chloe?” (11)

“I know myself, I know my limits and my strengths!” (10)

“Then why argue – shouldn’t you be unflappable by now?” (9)

“I am unflappable, I just have personal respect!” (8)

“Oh, is that what this is, Chloe?” (7)

“What else would it possibly be?” (6)

“Some may call it fear…” (5)

“I am not scared!” (4)

“Yes, you are.” (3)

“So what?” (2)

“Exactly!” (1)

 

 

Silence

…and so she left, with her head held high and tears in her eyes. The footpath was uneven and overgrown beneath her boots, her thoughts focused not on balance but on not looking back. The face in the shadows behind her, one of anger and remorse, a face that she had once known so, so well. To look back would have been disastrous, for she had once promised his mother she would not speak to him in anger. She would keep her promise, even as the worst had happened, even as her heart hurt with the effort to remain silent.  72472c116dcca355bdd8b632f4170917

Trying something new

Prompt:
“Why are you glaring at me?”
“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.”

 

“…I’ve had a bit of a shit year. I got divorced.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not. Bastard cheated.”

As she approaches the group, she slows down to debate whether to keep on walking silently or pause to exchange polite chit-chat. Hearing the conversation topic, her eyes narrow. The woman, well known to her, makes eye contact. There is a smile on the woman’s face that fades once she realises it is not returned, “You okay, love?”

The girl tilts her head briefly to one side, “Yeah, fine.”

“Why you glaring at me?” is asked with a humorous snicker, “ya know, if the wind changes, it’ll stay like that.”

“Maybe that’s just my face.”

The group dissolves into laughter, assuming the conversation is in jest. As if by unconscious consensus, the group starts to walk towards the centre of town.

The woman slows, walking towards the girl, “You’re still glaring at me. Why?”

“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.” The response is said so sarcastically it causes pause, the woman startled by the harshness of the words, “Dave left you?” the girl stands her ground, maintaining eye contact as she asks the question.

She spits out a defensive response, “I left him. He cheated!”

“Wasn’t he married to someone else when you met him? You were the other woman, right?”

“What’s tha…”

“And you and Paul, you know each other quite well, right? Despite the fact that he’s been in a relationship with a friend of yours for the last decade…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, hun.” The woman states, eyes lowing to the floor.

“Well… I’m just pointing out the fact that criticising someone for being the other woman when you have been in that position yourself, and continue to be in that position despite recent events and despite the fact that Paul’s partner is a ‘friend’ of yours… it kinda makes you sound like a hypocrite”

“Don’t shit stir. You’ll only end up hurting her.”

“Oh, she already knows. You don’t honestly think she wouldn’t?”

A defeated sigh leaves the woman, shoulders slumped, “Look, hun…”

The girl jumps in, interrupting the woman for the second time in as many minutes, “I’m just saying what everyone else is no doubt thinking. Only difference is, I dislike you just enough to voice it.” The girl walks closer, a hairs breath between them, “She deserves better. Paul is Paul, no one would be shocked to hear he has a wondering eye. It’s the fact that you call yourself her friend that gets me. That’s kind of the lowest blow. The kind that’s deserving of being glared at. In my opinion.”

 

~Just Me~