Those were the moments – when a soft smile settled on my face, and the rough pages that scuttled beneath my fingertips felt familiar, warm, and welcoming. When my mattress cushioned the inches of my body, moving to support the weight of my limbs as I sank further underneath the duvet, elbows anchored to the earth, wrists and hands akimbo, holding up the weight of the words sweat over by another.
Moments where another life fluttered underneath my not-yet-but-nearly-closed eyelids, when I was whisked away to high schools where I perched alongside fellow students, eating lunch, and laughing in unison, or streets where I (miraculously) cycled alongside school friends, lapping up our time spent out in the sun. Or those when a river appeared, a tyre swing tied above - when my arms felt strong as I pulled myself up onto the rope, looped myself through the dark, hot rubber, shifted my gaze upwards, and seized the sunbeams from between the leaves. Skin glistening, hair whipping wildly behind me.
Those were the moments – just me, my book, and a thousand possibilities. Summer, at any time.
A few days ago, Kate posted the above prompt (submitted by Bethany) and shared her series 'Write It out', a new endeavour offering readers the opportunity "to explore our creative writing in a supportive and collaborative environment". Asking us to participate, I decided to throw caution to the wind (because as an adult I've never branched out into creative writing, and am not sure I'm entirely made for it!) and give it a go! I've tweaked the prompt a little - mainly because I have a truly dreadful memory, and thus have allowed myself to be more general in my response - but, hopefully, the words still fit the mould (if not a little askew!).
If you fancy dipping your toes - and Kate's words offer you the perfect opportunity to do just that - then why not join in with this blog hop below?! If you end up doing so, be sure to leave a comment to let me know!