It's time for this week's blog hop short story.
If you want to join in the fun here are the 'rules'
1) Write a story using both photos.
2) Keep your word count to 500 words or less.
3) Submit your completed story to your blog hostess Submit your completed story to your blog hostess (Nicole, Carrie, Tena or Leanne)
4) You have the next
week to post.
5) Have fun, don’t stress, let those creative juices flow!
Here are the two photographs
5) Have fun, don’t stress, let those creative juices flow!
Here are the two photographs
Here is my short story:
Work
Julia
peered out on to the hazy street. The
light was dissipating the fog just enough to see the vague shapes of buildings
in the distance. She pulled back from
the cold window pane, shivering in her nightie and crossed to the other side of
the bedroom. As she sat on the edge of
the bed and pulled her dressing gown around her shoulders she felt her
companion stir and roll over.
Mumbling
quiet words, her husband of just a few days, stretched out his arm and wrapped
it around her waist. She put her hand
over his arm, feeling comforted by the strength in his forearms as she stroked
the hairs on his arm.
She
dashed her hand forward to silence the alarm clock as it struck five
o’clock. Ricky sighed and turned back to
get out of his side of the bed. It was only Wednesday and they were both
exhausted from working long hours in the factory. They were lucky in having a job each these
days, many people were out of work and penniless and living in dire
conditions.
The
one room they could afford doubled up as a cooking area as well as living and
sleeping quarters. The kettle had been
filled with water the night before. Julia
lit the gas ring beneath it and opened the one and only cupboard to get out a
loaf of bread. She spread it with a
little honey, wrapped it in yesterday’s greaseproof paper and handed it to
Ricky to put in the pocket of his overcoat.
She
repeated the process and placed her sandwich in her handbag. They drank their tea and swaddled themselves
with hats and scarves and gloves against the early morning misty air. Walking quickly towards the outskirts of town
they reached the factory after 15 minutes just as the siren was blaring for the
end of the night shift and the beginning of their 12 hour day shift.
The
mind numbing hours of working in the factory was just another day to get
through. The short breaks they were
given for lunch were never long enough to make any friends. The only thing that kept Julia going was the
thought of the weekend.
Ricky
had promised her that they would put aside some of their Friday pay packet no
matter what; they would save up and visit their families in the country. He had worked out it would be another three
months to gather enough money, by then the weather would be fine and they could
walk through the grassy track to the top of the hill and absorb the beauty of
the countryside around them. The sights
and smells of the familiar countryside would sustain them through the next few
months of hard toil.
Their
dream one day was to be able to return to the countryside and set up their own
small holding and start their family but until then they had to work in the
town.
Word count: 497
I love the way you described their morning, it was so clear in my mind. Melancholic, bitter sweet, but very well written, and I like the feeling of hope you added in the end. Makes me want to have another cup of tea. (:
ReplyDeleteA nice atmosphere to this piece. I can feel the chill in the air.
ReplyDeleteSally, I love Ricky and Julia. I loved the sensory details in your story. I wish them well! I felt like I was sharing the day with them.
ReplyDeleteWhat a hard life. I hope they achieve their dream. Nice detail!
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