GYWO 7 Days, 7 Stories - Day 1
Apr. 20th, 2020 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deemoyzaI'm off to a pretty rough start, and cutting the deadline a bit close, but I managed to get the shell of a story written out. It will need a ton of editing before I'm comfortable sharing the whole thing, but here's a little snippet:
There was a point where drinking took him past relaxation, and dropped him into a state of morose introspection. It was as if, somewhere in his mind, someone threw a switch, shifting the tracks beneath his train of thought, straight toward a tunnel.
He usually knew to stop before he reached that point.
Tonight, though, the crowd at Cattie's was too entertaining, the stories too engrossing and the music too good, for him to notice the subtle change in his thoughts, until he found himself frowning at jokes and bristling at the raucous laughter around him. He finished his last drink, slid his money across the bar, and took his leave, good-naturedly waving off invitations to stay and accusations of being a lightweight.
The cool evening breeze cleared his head somewhat, but the switch had been thrown, and the fears that lurked in the corners of his mind began to creep front and center.
Hopefully, tomorrow's writing will go more smoothly. Even if it doesn't, I hope to have a few (very) rough drafts to polish up by the end of the week. :)
There was a point where drinking took him past relaxation, and dropped him into a state of morose introspection. It was as if, somewhere in his mind, someone threw a switch, shifting the tracks beneath his train of thought, straight toward a tunnel.
He usually knew to stop before he reached that point.
Tonight, though, the crowd at Cattie's was too entertaining, the stories too engrossing and the music too good, for him to notice the subtle change in his thoughts, until he found himself frowning at jokes and bristling at the raucous laughter around him. He finished his last drink, slid his money across the bar, and took his leave, good-naturedly waving off invitations to stay and accusations of being a lightweight.
The cool evening breeze cleared his head somewhat, but the switch had been thrown, and the fears that lurked in the corners of his mind began to creep front and center.
Hopefully, tomorrow's writing will go more smoothly. Even if it doesn't, I hope to have a few (very) rough drafts to polish up by the end of the week. :)
