Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the 'comments' section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
When the old lady woke up, the only thing she thought was: "I'm cold." She should not have thought that. She should have wondered why she was in a small apartment. She should have wondered about the mildew growing like storm clouds. She should have wondered about the strange smells and the dust and the fact that she wasn't worried about anything. You'd think when you spend your whole life with worry, that fickle companion will stick with you in your golden years.
The old lady's daughter picked up the phone. Put it down. Picked it up. Put it down. It was an old rotary phone, part pretension, part melancholy remembrance - ivory colored and heavy. The younger old lady was thinking: "It's disrespectful. It's not my place." But not really. In a small blip of her brain that she would not acknowledge, she was thinking: "What the fuck good is it going to do?"
The people who lived in the apartments abutting both ladies didn't give two shits. They had their own things to worry about. They had their own lives to wonder on. They had their own shames to ignore - they were being people, too. They were, some of them, worried about silly things like Christmas, weather, and terrorism. A weird collection to be sure, but weird because they cannot be stopped. None of them, whether we want them gone or not.
You are reading this, and your brain trips over some of the words, but some of them get in, sly. And that's cool. Maybe one of them will burrow into you. Live its life in some part of you. Start deconstructing you from the inside. Leave you wondering how mildew works.
You never know.
ATTENTION, I WILL BE GONE MOST OF THE DAY. BREAK THE BLOG FOR ME! AND GIVE ME SOME STUFF TO READ WHEN I GET HOME! Get 'em! :)