At
the previous Writers Connect
we'd used the
phrase “The Locked Door” as
a prompt for a writing exercise. This time we switched it to “The
Open Door”. We gave it 10 minutes instead of 15 as we took ages to
get started and a few of us had work to read out. The meeting was
looking like running over. Here's mine:
“Always
leave the cage door open,” Sean said, “so the canary can fly back
in.”
Wesley
leaned on the window ledge and considered this. He thought of what
happened with Sarah, with Becks, and with that crank whose name he
couldn't even remember. He sure as shit wouldn't be letting those
canaries flutter anywhere near his goddamn cage. He'd shoot them out
of the sky without hesitation.
The
Skoda purred as if his foot was on the pedal, a possible reactin to
the cold. He'd bought it new last summer, and January was proving a
test. But it was still handling winter better than he was.
Emma
was different though. He wanted that canary back in the cage more
than anything, he realised. Maybe it wasn't too late. Every other
door was closing: the jobs market was saturated, he was stuck doing
the same spirit-crushing spreadsheet, in the same flat with the same
broke, over-worked friends he didn't have time to see. But then
again, he'd left the door open for them.
Sean
latched the car door open slightly. “Wait,” he said. “You
should come too. You need cheering up.”
“I'm
driving.”
“I'm
not recommending alcohol. You need a total change of scenery.”
“What
then?”
“Stay
sober with me. Come to this club. Look around. I can introduce you to
loads of people.”
“I
dunno.”
“It's
Sunday tomorrow and I'm not out til next week. Get involved.”
–
This was inspired by a scene in Rising Sun, a murder mystery starring Sean Connery and Wesley Snipes.
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