(This piece was submitted for my Creative Writing coursework. Dialogue-driven; two boys walk home after a night out.)
“Shall we get a taxi?” Jordan asked,
“I don’t have any change,” said Adam.
Jordan patted his pockets. “Yeah, me neither.”
“You could do with the fresh air anyway.”
“I’m not even –” he started, nearly walking into a lamppost before swerving around it, “ – drunk.” Continue reading “3 A.M.”
(This piece was submitted for my Creative Writing coursework. Inspired by Raymond Carver’s ‘I Could See the Smallest Things’)
A car alarm started going off outside. Her eyelids were heavy, so she tried to ignore it. But then she wondered if it was her car; it was only a few months old and she had never heard the alarm before.
The clock on the bedside table said 1.55 A.M., though Ellie hadn’t adjusted it since the transition to spring nearly three weeks ago. Other things occupied her thoughts of late.