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Saturday, February 03, 2007

Where the writer's block unexpectedly eases

I close my criminal law book and pad into the bathroom. It's one in the morning.

I splash my face with boiling water and rub vigorously under my eyes where the eyeliner always appears in dark circles.

I look up into the mirror, a drop of water hanging off my nose. I smile slightly at my own reflection. I have forgotten to study it for some time. Doing your hair and checking your clothes match seem only fleeting meetings with your reflection. I feel we need to spend days catching up.

She smiles too. The lines around her eyes are slightly deeper than before. She looks different to in her photos, slightly worn, but happier. I can see what she will look like when older, deeper wrinkles and frown lines, thinner lips maybe. Her eyes look tired but a little wiser. I think she likes working 'til midnight really, pretending they're important clients whose liberties depend on her. I think the early mornings suit her, the pressure of deadlines and too much coffee. She looks like she's finally got opinions, albeit slightly radical. Direction. Maybe hope.

She looks so different to how I remember. I wonder how that happened?

Labels: reminiscing

by billygean.co.uk at 12:51 AM |