Playwright, Michael Sands, has tagged
me in this blog game which involves searching my current WIP (Work in
Progress) for the word ‘look’, with a view to posting the surrounding paragraphs.
Now, this couldn't have come at a better time considering I'm in the process of writing the very last chapter of my latest offering, giving me the opportunity to give you a little taste of what's to come.
So, without further ado, here's a sneak peak excerpt from Little White Lies and Butterflies...
A
throng of unfamiliar voices tried to work their way into my head, but my brain
had different ideas and refused to acknowledge them. However,
the voices kept on coming irrespective, compelling me to come sufficiently
enough to, so I could at least try and survey my surroundings. I smacked my lips in an attempt to overcome
the dryness of my mouth, at the same time putting my sunglasses back where they
belonged – on my nose instead of resting on my cheek. And lazily lifting my head expecting to find
myself enveloped by a frolicking crowd of mere mortals, alternatively I found
myself surrounded by an abundance of perfectly toned, tanned and attractive
bodies. Obviously I’d died and gone to
Greek God and Goddess Heaven, I deduced and happy to be there, I focused my
attentions on not one but quite a few of the Adonis’ in my midst.
Then
I realised I hadn’t died at all. I’d
simply woken up!
I
bolted upright and in a bid to tidy myself up a bit it very quickly became
apparent that either A) I’d awakened to find myself slap bang in the middle of
some glamorous photo shoot – one that I would, no doubt, be airbrushed out of
thanks to my somewhat slovenly display; or that B) upon my arrival I’d
accidentally chosen a section of the beach solely reserved for the islands
‘beautiful people’. But whichever of the
two it was, I was convinced someone was going to come along any second now, tap
me on the shoulder and tell me to move on to the area set aside for the ‘uglies’.
I
looked about me, just in case, much to my disappointment clocking that the climbers
had, at last, descended from their great heights. “Speaking of which,” I said, watching them
somewhat raucously partaking in a game of football over to the left. “At least they know their place!” Not that I had any intentions of joining Team
Ugly. After all, I might’ve been a
little curvier than all these other women, but my curves were in all the right
places. “Oh yes,” I maintained. “I can carry a bikini off as well as the best
of them. So just let anyone try and say
any different.”
I
thought about all the time and money I’d spent over the years, turning myself
into the ideal woman for when I did happen to chance upon the man of my
dreams. What with beauty products,
waxing, exercising and dieting – the latter not exactly an easy task for a
woman who loves her food… “And let’s not
forget the elocution lesson,” I reminded myself, something which I doubted any
of these Ladies would deign to put themselves through. “And surely it’s time these efforts were
rewarded somehow,” I told myself. “Even
if the prize is only to stake my claim on a bleeding sunbed!” Although I knew I stood a better chance of
not being booted off if I actually looked the part, which needless to say
called for a cool, calm and collected composure.
I
began the process of arranging myself into a model-esque type pose, a position
that felt a lot more precarious than they’d made it out to be on one of those
modelling TV shows. However, if I could
just perfect my balance I was sure I’d be okay…
“Ouch!” I screamed A searing sting suddenly swiped my face as
something ricocheted off it, catapulting me, legs akimbo, off my much coveted
sun lounger.
So, everyone, what do you think? x
