Writing 300 words sounds like a breeze, right? Wrong, especially when you’re weighed down by an illness and your brain is sluggish to respond. So, if this post isn’t up to the mark, I suggest you blame the rhinovirus.
I’m combining two prompts again, although I’ve slightly modified one of them – FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #11 and Time to Write: Sentence Starter 6 by Rachel Poli. Excellent prompts, as usual. I’m picking up Vivian’s story again with this post.
A Perfect Illusion – Part 4
A Hidden Longing
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
As the lyrics of her favourite song filled Vivian’s right ear, she looked up shyly at Darel, who had the other end of the earphones. His eyes were closed in concentration and his body rocked slightly to the rhythm. His demeanor indicated that he liked it, but she asked him for an opinion as the music stopped all the same.
He replied with a question of his own. “Why do you like it?”
She shrugged as her mind scrambled for a response. “It makes me feel special.”
The corners of his mouth twitched into a controlled smile. “Why would you need reminding? I’m sure your life keeps throwing the fact in your face a dozen times a day.”
“Not lately, no.” Her voice was almost a whisper. “I’m only being told repeatedly that I’m not what I once was.”
“People change, Vivian,” he stated, but it did little to soothe her worries.
“Do you know what happens to old stars?”
“It depends on their size, of course. Some become a white dwarf, like our Sun…”
“… And some turn into a supernova,” she finished, impatiently. “I feel like a fading star. I don’t want to explode.”
“Stars shine for billions of years. I wouldn’t worry.” His voice faltered and faded.
Vivian woke to the sound of Abigail sneezing in the bed above her. She wiped the sheen of sweat from her forehead.
‘Nobody will volunteer to become your friend after spending one day with you,’ she told herself sternly as she closed her eyes a second time that night.
The song mentioned in the story is Firework by Katy Perry. If it’s unfamiliar to you, I’d strongly suggest that you listen. The lyrics are uplifting and inspiring.
I hope this furthered your understanding of Vivian’s character. She’s a lot like Alex from Modern Family (I’d recommend S05E12 if you haven’t seen it already).
I have questions about my writing that I’d like you to answer honestly to help me get better, which will change with each post. How original do you think my writing style is? Leave a comment to let me know. I hear hot soup calling, so I’ll be taking your leave now.