(I participate with a group of writers in a weekly “Five Minute Friday” writing exercise. In response to a word prompt, each writer sits down for five minutes for “no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.” This is also described as a sort of writing flash mob and a great form of “free therapy”.)
Five Minute Friday: Lost
Some of my best memories involve getting lost.
The kind of lost where I suddenly looked up and it had been an hour or more since the last time I noticed my surroundings.
I’d often find myself draped sideways in a stuffed chair – with my head braced against one arm rest and my legs dangling over the other.
I’d blink a bit and try to get my bearings.
Where am I?
What time is it?
Why is it dark outside?
Then it would dawn on me and I would realize my situation.
The book in my hand.