1960 words done, only 48,040 to go… I have no idea where this story is going to go, or who Iris is going to turn out to be. I’m just along for the ride so far, letting the story unfold. Here’s a sample of today’s writing:
A quick tuck of the covers under the ends of the mattress, a fluff of the pillows as they went into clean white cases, and then the woman was off in a hurry to get the next bed changed. After the flurry of activity, it felt very quiet. The old woman enjoyed the quiet, the stillness of the moment. It gave her time to think, to remember, to reflect. Some things she didn’t like thinking about and she had learned over time how to push them away and find a thought that was more pleasant.
What would it be today? She asked herself that question whenever she wanted to escape from this run-down nursing home, shabby gentility hiding staff that was either careless or overworked, probably both most days.
Paris. The word Paris bubbled up from her memory and the sound of it escaped in a soft whisper from her throat. Paris. And then she was there, as if the years between then and now were nothing at all.