Writing exercise – short story
Fiction by Adele Symonds
Yesterday I locked myself out of my flat. This may seem quite an insignificant event to you, but it could have been a major setback to my plans.
You see, I had been waiting all week for this, my partner was away for the weekend visiting his best friend again. I couldn’t do this relationship thing more. I was fleeing this weekend and now I had locked myself out of my flat with my stuff inside and my lift on his way over soon with his van. This weekend had taken lots of planning and I didn’t want it all to go to pot over something so stupid.
I had been in a relationship with Peter for 18 months and we had been sharing this flat for the last 6 of them, I now realised that I was too young to settle down and Peter was even younger. We both had our own disabilities and we both had unresolved issues from our pasts but I didn’t have the guts to tell him to his face that it was over, so I was leaving a note and some bill money and going without even a goodbye.
He frequently stayed with his best friend, Melissa, and I was not convinced that this was a purely platonic relationship, he never did anything to help around the flat and he was continually putting me down, I really felt we ought not to be together but I didn’t want to see Peter upset so I had organised everything behind his back.
My mum had found me somewhere to live near her for a year, and my step-dad came over to the flat on friday evening to collect one full car load of boxes and bags. Yesterday I spent all morning packing everything else, wrote the letter and inserted the money and left it in front of the kettle.
I went outside to put some rubbish out and the damn door slammed behind me, what was I supposed to do now?
Tim was due over with his van in half an hour so I sat and waited for him. He kicked the Yale lock and the door flew open without the lock even being damaged, so much for a secure flat!
We loaded the rest of my belongings in the van and Tim drove me the 65 miles to the start of my new life.
He helped me unload everything and came in for a cup of tea, he gave me a present but told me not to open it until he had left. I thanked him profusely for all his help and we shared a huge hug.
After he left I ripped the paper off the present but what was inside took my breath away. It was a gorgeous silk set of bra and pants, what would I need this for now I was single. Was Tim the man I thought he was, a good friend helping me out, or did he too have ideas about us. What had I let myself in for? Had I chosen the wrong person to move me? Had I led him on? What was going to happen now? After all he now knows where I live.