She looked out of the window.
Her last boyfriend had called her a obsessed, a term she only half-heartily argued against. She knew her hobby was unusual though it wasn’t something that was really bad if you really thought about it. I mean really you could say it did good, like that time she called the anonymous tip-line and could describe the group of miscreants to a t and they were arrested just hours later. Or that time she spotted the neighbour’s cat which had been missing for days. She thought it may have been better if the cat remained missing for longer for it spent most of the time in the large dumpster and probably smelled quite pungently by now.
There were many stories she could and did craft, whether it was stories to find the time for her hobby or whether it was the stories of what she saw.
There was the girl she called Amy who had a stunning haircut she no doubt got done quite frequently. She worked at the local coffeehouse and had an ever changing number of boyfriends. Then there was Clarissa who was looking after her father who came round a lot. Or Jeffrey who was once married, but his wife left him with their child. Mark who secretly saw his ex-wife a few times a week thinking his girlfriend wouldn’t know.
She knew all her friend’s stories.
She even knew her boyfriend’s story. He called her obsessive.
She looked away from the window to the crumpled heap next to her as she sat down in the rocking chair ready to watch her stories across the road.
He would never call her obsessive again.
Inspiration: I was going for a sort of creepy Hitchcockian Rear Window vibe, but I don’t think I pulled it off. It’s also late as I was really busy today and wasn’t feeling too well. But if I count if by UK time it’s only an hour late and I’ll be pre-dating the post anyway so no one would have to know really..
At the beginning of the year I did really well to write a little bit each day, but that tapered off due to reasons. For the month of October I’m challenging myself to write at least 250 words on some short story or scene or something per day. I’ll probably use Story Cubes and Writing Prompts for inspiration. These will be unedited and probably rubbish, but by posting them it feels like I’m holding myself accountable and thus will hopefully finish the month.
All stories live in this category: October 2016 writing challenge.