Friday, 31 May 2019
A funny thing happened on my way around the hill
'Ooh, that's nice,' I thought. 'Someone's been up here with the children during half term and had a barbecue. But they've forgotten to take their rubbish home with them.'
I was just about unhook it off the tree when I turned the corner and noticed a tent in the shadows. And then a solitary, male figure emerged from inside, stretching his arms up to the sky as if he'd just got up.
I'd only that moment been thinking about an idea for a short story which had come to me after its fantastic title was kindly provided by the dictation facility on my phone's WhatsApp. This had completely misheard me when I said 'cattle escaped'. I'm not going to tell you what it typed, as I don't want you to use that as as the title for a short story which goes on to be the basis of a bestselling novel. That would never do.
Anyway, I was just thinking of how the story might progress when I saw the billycan, tent and then the stranger.
And it felt like one of those moments in a scary film where you just know that the next thing your leading character does will start the engine of the plot.
Don't do it, you say in your head. Don't be curious, don't stop to find out what it's all about.
But the characters in the scary drama - and they're often a lone woman - decide they must do just that, while you, the viewer, are shrieking inwardly turn around, don't do it! as you grip the edge of the sofa and hide behind a cushion.
And this action is the pivotal part of the whole plot. If the character didn't stop to find out more, there wouldn't be a story. You wouldn't be watching it. Because nothing would happen.
So what did I do?
I turned around and legged it with the dog.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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