“I should be happy. I should be enjoying this.” Harriet looked unhappily at Rick and then back at her friends. The first few weeks everything had been perfect, she had been so happy - her first boyfriend, her first taste of love. Every time she saw him she felt a massive balloon rising in her chest, threatening to pop at any moment. Now the crimson balloon was slowly deflating, sinking, shrinking - replaced with a strange, unsettling feeling. Everything had been a blur, now she noticed her best friends were tetchy with her, ignoring her and leaving her out of their conversations. Maybe she had neglected them, she had only just met Rick after all, and she had known Chrissy and Tanya for years. She used to tell them everything. When was the last time she had called one of them? Two, three weeks? This wasn’t her. This wasn’t the person she wanted to be.
But she looked back at Rick, he made her so happy, so content. He was completely unaware of the secret battle raging inside her. She watched as he wandered off the path, a new direction across the wide open field. He turned, glossy black falling round his shoulders, “You coming?”
Thank you for reading, comments and criticisms would be much appreciated!
Creative writing prompt from: http://creativewritingink.co.uk/writing-exercises/
Sad, but so touching. Wanda
ReplyDeleteHi there! I think you had painted a great picture Harriet's internal conflict. My favorite is the image of the balloon rising in her chest and then deflating. Great job!
ReplyDeleteinteresting! Yeah I agree with CBCondez, the methapor about the balloon in a chest is something new and great... :)
ReplyDeleteHi there! greetings from a fellow blogger :)
ReplyDeleteI liked this post. Very realistic. I bet a lot of people can relate to this, not just the teenagers. keep it up!
Thanks to all of you!
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