notes

Words written: 1,403
Setting: London, at the apartment.
Perspective: Ryan’s narrative

Favorite line (#wipfavline on twitter):

“I need help packing,” she requested.

My heart sunk. I finished my task and went to the bedroom where I found suitcases opened and her clothes scattered across the bed. It was the visual representation of my broken heart, scattered into pieces.

© 2009 Rochelle Michael

Words written: 2,650
Settings: Somerset, England at the Widcrest. London, at the apartment.
Perspective: Ryan and Renata’s respective narratives

Favorite line (#wipfavline on twitter):

I had expected some sort of shock written on her face, but instead it spelled the realization of an expectation. It’s as if she knew this day would come. “Do we have to go?” she asked, holding onto her knees tightly.

“I’m sorry, but we do,” I said and left it at that. I knew she needed no further explanation. We sat there quietly for a moment, and just as I’d felt responsible for the rain that kept us indoors, I now felt responsible for the media cyclone we were going to have to run from.

© 2009 Rochelle Michael

Words written: 930
Setting: Somerset, England at the Widcrest
Perspective: Renata’s narrative

Favorite line (#wipfavline on twitter):

We may not have read as many sonnets as he planned, but two seemed to be enough to make our own poetry.
© 2009 Rochelle Michael

Words written today: 1,213
Setting: Somerset, England at the Widcrest
Perspective: Ryan’s narrative

Favorite line (#wipfavline on twitter):

She would have a window into my life and I’d have nothing. No way to see her or watch as she changes over the years, unless she let me somehow, but that seemed unlikely. I wasn’t feeling so keen about living on the unfortunate side of one-way glass.
© 2009 Rochelle Michael