The long table groans with food
The chatter of diners fills the room
They all share a common affection
Everyone getting on well
She sits in the middle
Conversations go on either side of her
She tries to join in, but doesn’t follow
Tears prick her eyes unexpectedly
She feels the sadness taking over again
Swiftly she pushes back her chair
Not wanting to distract from her sister’s day
Alone in the small cubicle
She sobs, her shoulders shaking
The gust of laughter hits her
As she pushes open the door
And she braces herself for questions
But none come
I'm a thirty something woman who lives in the north of England. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember, creating stories both written and verbal since childhood. While studying at Edge Hill College, I got several poems published by a small publisher in the USA, and in Europe. I have been part of several writing groups, and done quite a few courses in a attempt to hone my writing skills further. I love reading different genres of fiction, knowing that the best way to develop my own writing, and my vocabulary is by exposing myself to the different ways that other people choose to describe things.
The most recent writing course that I've been part of, run by a published author, included a exercise in which we were challenged to read things that we would never usually even look at.
It inspired me to take up a challenge. Namely to attempt to read at least one book by every author which is stocked in my local library. I soon realised that I was being far too ambitious, especially given the fact that every library rotates their stock too often for me to keep track.
I've decided to instead attempt to read a book every day, starting with a author whose surname begins with A, and ending with a author whose surname begins with Z. It doesn't matter what the topic of the book is, or if it's fiction or non fiction, everything is useful for me at the minute.
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