Write about a time you or your character felt like they were swimming against the stream, from memory or imagination.
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Swimming against the stream without a writing group takes more energy. Crisis 1: my mother’s death. Five months ago but still reeling from the fighting siblings. It was warm then, hot as I drove to the nursing home to clear my mother’s room. My friend stood angrily as my rapid test failed to give a reading. The tests were a ritual. I’d grown to like it, shivering in the cold taking the test then ducking over the road to the Bay Rd Pantry, cosy and sedate, unlike the cafes in my suburb. Reinforced with coffee and a negative test (I never did get covid) I was ready for the visit. I knew it would be awkward, it always was. But she was my mother.
Crisis 2: fast approaching nephew’s wedding. Between the funeral and the wedding was winter. Swimming out of winter the cold was on my mind. Will it a bright clear day in Cottesloe… how do estranged relatives gather in a tight space. My flight plan is in place, flat shoes to make a dash from the ceremony. Whatever else Cottesloe has the best beaches. So while the guests wend their way to the reception I’ll already be slumming it at the Blue Duck oceanside, because summer’s close and life’s a beach.
Note: my email address changes next week.
I love this, ‘reinforced by coffee and a negative test’ and unlike the cafes in my suburb. Really brings a notion of warmth to the fighting sibs and the angry friend…. and lumming it at the Blue Duck oceanside because summers close and life’s a beach. Nice.
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I don’t blame you, 7 am isn’t a time for thinking…and yet writing sometimes isn’t about thinking, more about feeling.
Note: I’d join the zoom group but my mind isn’t in gear at 7am.