Then I stopped for a month and a bit.
In one way it was for the best. The story had no ending plotted and the way it was developing with the characters was rather unusual (it isn’t a predictable story, nor an easy one to like). After a chat with Rach (hi there) the ending appeared. All that had to be done was writing it.
And that was the problem; finding the motivation to go back to these characters and get back into their lives and rhythms. Sooooooooooo not easy. Because it wasn’t easy I’ve been putting it off for a week.
Even now, Sunday night, I am avoiding opening the document and finishing off the 500 words needed to reach today’s goal of 43,342. So as an excuse for completing this post for Monday, I am putting the USB in and finding the file and copying the first bit and now going to be distracted with finishing my writing for the day.
“Of all of my grandchildren, you’re the one who worries me the most.”
I placed the two cups of tea onto the table between our seats before curling up in the recliner, my feet tucked under my bum. “Gran,” I protested. “That’s impossible. I’m not the one jumping out of aeroplanes or being shot at.”
“But your heart.”
I have to look away. Those eyes, they know too much of everything and I can’t stand to see what’s reflecting back at me.
“It’s the one thing you refuse to give up.”
“Yeah.” And it aches when she brings up the subject. Why is it so easy for my cousins to give their hearts away so quickly? To create their own little families that could disappear in a moment?
“So I want you to go to the store.”
“Why?” I frown at her.
She smiles back, her face dividing further with more creases as the corners of her lips curl up. “There’s a birthday present for you.”
Slowly, I realise what she’s talking about, what kind of birthday present would be there for me. “Are you meaning?”
“Yes, it’s time for you to be safe.”
“How is this safe?” My heart races. Not good, definitely not good. What is this old bird thinking?
“It isn’t easy being alone.” She turns from me to look at the photos lining the shelves. Loved ones gone forever.
I swallow hard. “I’m fine… it’s just everybody else.”
“I understand.” Still she keeps her face turned to the memories.
“Gran, if this is how it’s meant to be for my life, then I’m fine.”
“Just go to the store and ask for an order in my name.”
Secretly, I’m happy that she’d do this. But what if people found out? What if my cousins discovered how pathetic I am; unable to get a boyfriend so my grandmother had to order a robot for me.
But, I won’t be alone… and he’ll never leave me. “Okay.”
“It’ll be our little secret.” She turns and winks at me.
The tightness in my chest eases. If she won’t tell anyone and it’s a custom made order, then no-one will know anything about it unless we tell. It’ll be just like I’d met a new man and fallen in love.
“I’ll go tomorrow.”