Prose exercise: Inventing a character

burtschips

Sounds very much like my Uncle Seamus.

burtschips

or rather my long lost Uncle Seamus, one phone call after a seven day bender every five years or so.

Anna_falk

Waking up, she don't want to raise her body from the warm bed, Lisa is her name and this is the 15330 time in her life she's been forced to climb up from bed, it's such a pain all these mornings her whole life is just a big struggle, like walking in water or riding a bike towards the wind. Maybe if she changed her occupation, could it be what's taking her energi ?

Working as a teacher can be hard, even if she only teach visual arts.
The salury she owns is enough for her and her yellow cat, and she saves a bit to afford moving someday, just to a better neighbourhood, that's her dream, a house for her and her cat, with a big garden.

The best time of the day is when she quits work, takes the old bike her grandfather once owned and rides home thru the city, she smiles then, sometimes she stops at the grocerystore to buy some food for the evening, but it's no fun making dinner in her loneliness, she often goes to a friend who lives nearby, they eat infront of the tv watching Frasier or CSI miami.

They understand each other, she is really happy to have a friend like Sara. How else could she have managed to live through the days, when Dan her one and only boyfriend on his way to the gym get's himself killed in traffic. Her whole life got smached into pieces, that day.

Her littlesister Karen annoys her, she had it all by the age of 25. She has two wonderful kids, a big house with a pool, a great handy husband Stan, (well not a good education, but that's no big deal.)
It's not that she isn't happy for her sake, she is, but it's just that Karen, can't stop giving all these good advises all the time, she is a pain sometimes, Lisa just feels more depressed.

This morning something happened to Lisa, this thought she was about to make would play a decisive role in her future, she was still lying in bed when she started daydreaming, seeing something appear in the morningfogg, it was actually a prince on a white horse, running in slow motion in her direction, coming to save her from a boring life, she saw his smiling face, it looked kind of familiar somehow and suddenly she felt the longing to get to work very fast realising........she was strangely attracted to the janitor at the school.. ; )

pearlmutt

I'll tell you what I like, and that is Mike Hennessy's name.

That's a good one.

It's about as close to drinking flowers as a person can get.