My life is comprised of inconsistencies, daydreaming, procrastination techniques and occasionally, writing.
“You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion." - J.D. Salinger
I would like to say this quote describes me but I'm one of those writers who just procrastinates all the time. More of a "writer" if I'm being honest. To those unfortunate enough to read my work: I very much appreciate any comment you can provide, particularly if it's the constructive kind.
Written By: Grace Mary Potts
December 17, 2014
The faucet it leaking.
That’s the first thing I notice when I enter the kitchen on Monday morning.
Well that’s just bloody well fantastic isn’t it?
I sigh, resignation resonating like a pen dropping in an empty classroom. Then I drop my school bag off of my shoulder and move to the sink, where I stop, my eyebrows pulling together in a frown. The pale light of an early day’s spilling through the window; catching on the tap. I tilt my head and watch it glint in the sunshine.
“Oh shut up you useless – thing!” I yell, exasperation spilling into my words like – well, like water from a bloody tap.
I jimmy the knobs a few times, pulling them tight until my hands ache and cramp. I wonder if it’ll do anything if I wiggle the faucet. I shrug and give it a go.
1 second. 2 seconds…. 6 seconds.
I breathe a sigh of relief after a minute passes without the plop of water falling against the metallic basin. I lumber over to the bench, grab my school bag and move to the-
I clench my fists. Grit my teeth.
“Oh stuff it. I’m going to school.”
And then I slam the door behind me.