Word Bohemia February Writing Challenge: Day 7

Image by Elaine Whyley

Image by Elaine Whyley

Monday, 6.30am

A bird chirrup. The sound of water falling over the pebbles of an Oriental pool. A gentle major chord-

She slides her finger across the Red X across the screen, and lies back in the bed for a moment. She rolls herself out of bed, and hits the on button her alarm clock.

“Traffic is heavy on the M50 due to a bad collision between a goat and a bicycle. The AA would like to remind motorists and other road users that neither animal traffic nor bikes are allowed on motorways-”

So that would add another ten minutes onto the journey at least. Still time for a shower, she thinks and pulls a clean towel from her chest of drawers.

Tuesday, 6.30am

A bird chirrup. The sound of water falling over the pebbles of an Oriental pool. A gentle major chord-

Oh, God, she can hardly function this morning. Monday night drinks. Some lunatic spur of the moment idea by Eva from IT. And the car lying abandoned in the city centre. Bus it would have to be…

“Good morning, it’s 6.30am and this is the news. A lightning strike by Dublin Bus drivers has crippled the city…”

Wednesday, 6.30am

A bird chirrup. The sound of water falling over the pebbles of an Oriental pool. A gentle major chord-

A groan. Time to get a taxi. She checked the note she’d made in her diary. The appointment at Store Street Garda Station was at ten o’clock. How she was supposed to give a statement she didn’t know. Her car had been safe and locked when she left it. And now it was gone.

Thursday, 6.30am

A bird chirrup. The sound of water falling over the pebbles of an Oriental pool. A gentle major chord-

She got up, and struggled downstairs to make a cup of tea. The caution was generous, her mother had told her. They could have prosecuted her for wasting Garda time! How on earth could she have forgotten where she had parked? She peeked out the sitting room window. Her pretty little Polo, bright blue, sat in the driveway, like it had never left.

Friday, 6.30am

A bird chirrup. The sound of water falling over the pebbles of an Oriental pool. A gentle major chord-

She had forgotten to change the alarm. The alarm! No need to wake up at 6.30am anymore. No need to listen to the crap about stock and ‘thinking outside the box’. Quitting had been the only good thing in this awful week. She went to her settings, selected the alarm and tapped ‘delete’.

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