That means I have to choose my favourite three September stories. I knew what my no. 1 would be when I published it because I think it’s by far the best thing I’ve written in yonks; the rest of the list was much harder.
Elliot turns away. Amelia mustn’t see his tears. First time she’s let him hold her hand, too. Worst timing ever.
Elliot’s gone weird. He’s facing the other way. I’ve followed the guidelines in the book. Hard, though, I want to kiss him. When he brushed against my hand, I didn’t pull away. Mistake?
The knitting woman watches. She used to knit matching sweaters for the twins – their mother couldn’t afford Habs merchandise. When Benny died in the accident, Elliot shut out everyone. But he’s been going for walks with this girl for a while. Time he told her. It’ll help.
I reckon I need to shed some light on the origin of this one:
It’s my take on today’s Writing 101 prompt (A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.) and the twist that goes with it (write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman). How do you cram three different PoVs into one hundred words? Well, obviously I had to try.
For those of you who aren’t from Canada or happen to pay attention to the NHL: I read red sweater and thought of the Montreal Canadiens. Habs is one of their nick names. I’m not a Habs fan, and I haven’t even adopted them as my ersatz team to root for in the playoffs with my team out, so I’ve no idea why I went, ‘oooh, Habs red’…