This is part of a 3 word challenge that I like to do, it warms me up so I can get on with my writing. Occasionally I do one that I like, those are the ones I will share with you.
Would you like to have a go? Use these 3 words and link it to my page, have fun.
3 words – Anxiety, attic, cave.
John looked at the people milling around him, he felt like he was being overwhelmed, they didn’t want anything from him but he was beginning to feel like they didn’t like him, that they were just there to annoy him. He knew it was possibly just him but he was beginning to feel anxious about just going to work. He lived for the time when he could go home and lock himself away in his own home. When he was there he could live life on his own terms there was no anxiety in his own home. If he wanted company then there was always social media, he was happy locked away at home in his own little cave.
On his day off he knew he needed to get the attic cleared, he was hoping to move away from this area soon but he had an attic full of stuff that he would never use again, so armed with black bin bags he climbed the stairs to his attic. He was faced with piles of brown boxes, all taped closed, who knew what they held, there were things here he had been carrying around for fifteen years and he had no idea what was in them. He toyed with the idea of just dumping them without looking but then curiosity got the better of him, he peeled the tape off the top box. three hours later he had managed to sort out three boxes and he still had the empty black bin bags. His former life was laid out on the floor in front of him.
His former life was laid out on the floor in front of him. Photographs of him laughing with friends, flight tickets from exotic holidays, love letters from an old girlfriend. He stopped and realised what he had let get away from him all because of a bad experience with a friend who made him feel worthless.
He stood up stretching his aching limbs out and made his way downstairs, an idea hit him and he immediately got online and booked himself a short break away. He was determined to find himself again, the love letters had reminded him that he did have something to offer to the world. He closed his eyes and silently thanked Jennifer, she had saved him then and she had done it again now.