Doing what you love on International Women’s Day | A short story

Photo by Louise Butterworth

Today we celebrate the ladies. And to honour International Women’s Day I am paying attention to myself, or more importantly, the reason I was put on this crazy little planet.

Because it’s easy as a creative to get caught up in the daily grind of trying to make money and chasing every little job that’ll pay the bills, all the while forgetting the reason you chose to be freelance and living the life that comes with not having a regular income and a 9-5.

So here’s to writing fiction. And this woman trying to get back on track…

Adam’s Ale

Billy’s feet padded across the tiles, slapping each time they hit the raw surface. Screams and yelps bounced off the walls in a continuous cacophony of playtime. It felt good to be surrounded by a symphony of happiness. Even if he couldn’t feel it.

Billy stood at the deep end. Should he enter the water with a dramatic splash or should he edge in silently, reticent until the very end? He lowered his toe into the water and the rest of him followed.

Slowly, Billy glided through the blue, eventually coming to a definite stop on the tiles at the bottom. His hair feathered up and down as his body balanced in the water. He wondered if he should open his eyes. A dreamy watercolour vista seemed the perfect adieu. His eyelids fluttered open and he focused through the fog. A palette of blue tinted limbs rippled into vibrant polyester swimwear and white frothy bubbles – a lullaby of mellow images that would soothe him to sleep.

But Billy was always looking for more. His brain couldn’t help focusing on life’s finer details. The things everyone else chose to ignore.

Today’s detail was the adolescent body of Kirstie Forsyth; pressed up against a blue grey tile that formed the back fin of a dolphin that was arranged to appear as though it was leaping from the water and onto the poolside. Billy watched Kirstie against the dolphin fin, with Adam Morton’s hand clenched tight around her breast. His other hand lost within the crotch of her baby pink swimming costume.

Billy tried to push against the tiles. The surface beckoned more than this perverted watery end. But his feet had nothing to give. The tiles just smoothed across the skin as his toes gracefully curled and drifted along their surface.

As Billy slipped into the abyss the carnal image would be etched on his eyes for all eternity.

21 Comment

  1. Very interesting and nice story.
    Wish you a Happy Women’s Day.

    1. Ahh you are too kind, thank you so much! ☺️

  2. The Kiwi Couple says: Reply

    Wow this is really well written. Thanks for sharing!!!

    1. What a lovely thing to say! And thank YOU for reading ☺️☺️

  3. Nicely written. Happy International Women’s Day

    1. So sweet, thank you! Happy Women’s Day to you too! 🙌🏻😘

  4. Happy international women’s day, carry on being amazing and doing what you love <3

    1. Aw thanks Jasmine, you are too kind. Happy IWD to you too! 💪🏻🙅🏼❤️

  5. Evonne says: Reply

    Happy International Women’s Day to you!

    1. Thank you! And to you too! 🙂

  6. Danielle says: Reply

    Great story!!

    1. Thank you! 🙂

  7. I love the sentiment of your post. As a fellow freelancer, I work a lot and struggle to find time to do what I like, but on the Women’s Day I thought I could give myself a gift – so I got me a tattoo I had long wanted. It made me happy.

    1. Ah how lovely, what did you get?! I always find it important to reward yourself, especially as a freelancer with no boss there to tell you you’re doing a great job!

      1. I got myself a thistle tattoo, I’m a Scotland lover, so it’s just the thing for me. And I keep on rewarding myself constantly, Women’s Day or not. It’s often underestimated, but a small reward is essential in life.

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