Today I’ve been feeling a bit wiped out so didn’t start writing until about 4 p.m. I tried a few different exercises, none of which worked, and then decided to write about this incident in Vietnam. Very much first draft.
It’s 2 p.m. and a Woman is Screaming at Me
It’s 2 p.m. and a woman is screaming at me
on the phone, I don’t know why
I put it down
and drink my tea.
It’s 2:30 p.m. and a woman is screaming at me
under my balcony
like some demented Romeo
but I don’t think it’s love.
It’s 3 p.m. and a woman is screaming at me
rattling my thankfully
saying I’ve ruined her business.
It’s 3:30 p.m. and a woman is screaming at me
and the penny
drops: she’s from the restaurant
I left a 2-star review for on TripAdvisor.
It’s 4 p.m. and a woman is still screaming at me
out in the laneway
I call the restaurant, and a man says
“Yes, that’s my wife. I feel your pain”.
It’s 4:30 p.m. and a woman is not screaming at me
I’ve taken down the TripAdvisor review and see
that every rating for that restaurant
is 5 stars.
Copyright Mike Hopkins 2018
Image: Barry Schwartz
(Some / most of these could be rightly described as “chopped up text”. But that’s how first drafts often look.)