Tonight, I think of my younger self with eyes of endurance and focus, eyes wide and credulous. You take a handmade scroll and draw it open. For you, this evening is veiled in a fog of revelries. You tug at the gold ribbon, unwrap the printed paper. You’re reading and I’m by your side marvelling [...]
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Day 100
Posted in Age: 31-40, Gender: Female, Location: Arts Venue, tagged city, conversations, creative writing, gemma seltzer, literature, london, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, scroll, strangers, writing on March 10, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Day 99
Posted in Age: 11-20, Gender: Female, Location: Shop/Market, tagged Cheryl, city, conversations, creative writing, gemma seltzer, Jennifer, Jordan, literature, london, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, strangers, writing on March 9, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
My thoughts leap from here to there. Happily, for relief, there are gossip magazines. I watch as you select an armful of brightly coloured publications telling you all that’s necessary about Cheryl, Jordan and Jennifer. I flick through one and say aloud, Sex Text Saga. You reply, Excuse me, reaching for one more. I scoff [...]
Day 98
Posted in Age: 21-30, Gender: Female, Location: Café/Restaurant, tagged city, conversations, creative writing, gemma seltzer, literature, london, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, strangers, writing on March 8, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
A stranger as a challenge. You are on the telephone but I need to communicate with you. A gesture, then. You ignore me. A wave. Can I pass, please? You avert your eyes. I lean over you to order my sandwich. I hear the tinny voice from your handset. Someone is crying. What I say is [...]
Day 97
Posted in Age: 51-60, Gender: Male, Location: Arts Venue, tagged city, conversations, creative writing, gemma seltzer, literature, london, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, strangers, writing on March 7, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I allow myself a little rudeness. You tell me about an event you’ve just seen and I look down at you – you’re small – and say, What? Then louder, WHAT? A writer, you inform me, and very good. I let my mouth open. A yawn? I think it is. Someone pushes past me. I [...]
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