Lillie McFerrin’s one word prompt this week was Victory. (This is an idea I’ve tried before in a longer format for Long Story Short).
After I’d finally singled her out from all the others, it wasn’t too difficult to penetrate her consciousness; she leaves plenty of space in there as she goes about her business – writing mental lists and losing them, promising to call people and forgetting them – oh yes, plenty of space there all right, as I’d known there would be.
Once in there, it was all down to furtling around, pushing things aside, knocking things down, and finding a suitable spot where I could firmly plant myself, destroying any other seeds that might germinate into distractions, and making sure I was up there, right at the forefront.
Then it was a question of getting her to co-operate, which was much harder than I’d thought; some people just don’t recognise the honour we bestow upon them and they’ll prevaricate, get side-tracked, hit the bottle or run up blind alleys until we can get them pinned down, ready to spring into action.
But this morning, after several weeks of persuasion and strong-arming tactics, I think she’s finally surrendered, turning off the television and her phone, putting on a pot of strong coffee and settling herself down before her laptop; it begins here.
Today, we will start our journey, and before too long I will see the light of day, soaring out into the ether on a victory roll to meet all those who used to mill around the universe like me, other tales without a teller, stories without words; all of us searching for writers who could give us birth.