Creative Writing 101

2 Aug

This is something I wrote in my creative writing class at Story Studio this past spring.

I’m not one to undress quickly, and a look at the weather forecast made me even more reluctant to take off my pyjamas and get in the shower. Out the window, I could see the city already covered in snow. The modern high-rises and skyscrapers fared only a little better than their much older neighbors. Snow would slide off the centrally-heated glass towers, but it would hug the ancient buildings in the older parts of the city. The old side streets, barely passable in horse carts, would be impossible to travel by car in this mess. The Parisian drivers wouldn’t help, either.

Sam came in from the other room having started a pot of coffee. In a couple of hours he was supposed to have a job interview, his first after months of unemployment. I looked at him as he started at his feet, clenching and unclenching his right fist. Normally that tic annoyed the hell out of me, but I’d never seen him look so vulnerable.

While not necessarily lazy, the word “tenacious” did not come to mind when one looked at Sam. Today something was different. He looked out the window, swallowed hard, and said, “I’m going to take the first shower today. I have to get to my interview by 9 and I don’t think I’ll get there on time if I don’t leave by 7:30.”

I coughed hard as the coffee I’d poured myself went down the wrong pipe. I rasped, “You mean you’re actually going to this one?”


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