Bonnie

Bonnie

She runs.

Past classmates with book bags, who call her smelly.

Past mothers with buggies, who tut.

She runs.

To the chaotic tower block, where she will find peace.

For a little while at least.

 

Words: Anushka

Photo: Jimmy Chang on Unsplash

A few years ago, nearly six years in fact, when I was all enthusiastic about writing, I set myself the task of writing a series of micro stories that would cover 160 different characters – influenced by the limits of Twitter at the time. I didn’t finish the project, but I managed to fill a few pages of my notebook. They are vignettes, brief snapshots from the lives of these characters, that hopefully reveal something about them. I thought it was about time they saw the light of day. Hope you like them. I’ll be uploading them over the next few days and weeks. The first one I wrote is here: Night Swimming.

If you would like to read something more substantial, can I humbly suggest my debut novel, Waking hoursYou can read extracts here.

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