A Day of Denial – The Writeycorn

A Day of Denial

“I denied everything in my life”, I thought as I walked down the main street. Snow was falling, it was not the fun snow everyone knows. It was bitter and cold it burnt your skin as soon as it touches it so you would be covered in frost-bite when you put your foot down in the snow. It soaked your boots and feet. Normally in the start of a book or story it would say “the snow was falling gently…”, but not in this one it was falling so heavily and cold it wasn’t pleasant ………….

Today I wrote from 19:13 to 19:23 inspired by the prompts here.

 

Nov 5th – A Day of Denial

17.58 – 18.08

“But you said – ”

“No I didn’t.”

It wasn’t really going as expected. On the surface, it seemed quite simple. Danny had decided that, rather than follow everyone else, and have a cycle ride, or a marathon, or half marathon, or a swim, or anything else that everyone seemed to be doing to raise money these days, he was going to have a sponsored Day of Denial.

“A what?” his wife had asked him, as he broached the subject over tea a couple of weeks previously. “What’s one of those, then?”

“It’s simple,” Danny had said, and he really did think so, at the time. “Rather than run, or jump, or read, or whatever, I’m going to raise money for Sue’s charity by having a Day of Denial.”

“So you said,” replied his wife, who at this stage was still none the wiser, “but what exactly does that entail.”

“I’m going to deny everything. For a day.”

“And people will sponsor you to do that?”

“People will sponsor you to do anything. Just you wait.”

Danny was confident that his idea was a winner, and with a little bit of arm-twisting, and some Facebook marketing amongst his friends, family, and work colleagues, he was sure the day was going to be a big success. After all, all he had to do was to deny everything, for a day. From wake to sleep.

“Do you love me?” his wife had asked that morning.

“No. No I don’t”

It took a second before she twigged.

“It’s that day, isn’t it?”

“No. It isn’t that day. At all.”

Smiling, Danny left for work.

Two miles into his journey, Danny was stopped at a roadside check.

“Is this your vehicle, sir?”

He was in a quandary. He knew he had to deny everything, for twenty-four hours (or thereabouts) if he was to complete the challenge. Sue was so pleased with the amount he’d pledged. He couldn’t let her down, could he?

Danny swallowed.

“No. No it isn’t. My car. It isn’t my car.”

The police officer was a little confused by the nature of Danny’s reply, and something in his look was a little disconcerting.

“Then whose car is it, sir?”

Danny didn’t even know how to reply. There didn’t really seem to be a denial option.

“Mine.”

“But you said – ”

“No I didn’t.”

“Step out of the vehicle please, sir.”

Danny did as he was asked. It was 8.30 am. His Day of Denial was really not going as expected.

Inspired by November Writing Prompts – click here for groovy stuff

A Day of Denial – Dead Deer

A Day of Denial

Wake up. Let it in. It comes in whether requested or not. Chew it over. Rolling around the head as a piece of grit may roll around an oyster shell. This is not a piece of grit, however, it is a large heavy uneven stone clanking about hurting as it bangs its way around, and around and around.

Nor will it produce a beautiful small bean, with that subtle lustre. No, all it produces is blackness, ever growing; in size as well as hue; ever darker, blacker than black.

Stop it. Stop the weighty ball of uncomfortable thought. Is it too late? It is there, it is too big, it doesn’t even fit in the head any longer. How to stop it? Think other thoughts, better yet; think no thoughts. Is that possible? Push it out, slowly slowly, close the boxes. The tentacles thrash out of the lids, try harder. The lids are closed, the wriggling appendages are captured for now, pull the duvet up over the haunted head.

Now. How to get out of bed?

Days such as these, every day, are days without end. Willing the time to pass quicker; yet willing the days to not still come. On days like this shut out the reality, ignore the world around you, build moment by moment a bubble around you, a bubble of now. It is not happening. On days like this the only hope is to maintain a full day of denial.

Today I wrote from 08:30 to 08:40

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