This week’s #blogbattle theme word is hindered. #Blogbattle is a weekly event hosted by the wonderful Racheal Ritchey over at the new #Blogbattle site. Take a look at her website and books as well. It’s worth it.
“Arrgghh!” she screamed. The notebook hit the wall. The cat stared, wide-eyed.
She sank back down onto her bed. “Why are the words so rubbish?”
The cat kept staring, his body frozen. Guilt welled up inside.
She went to her knees next to him, and stroked his head. “Sorry, Marble. The writing’s not going well. I’m feeling hindered.”
He looked up at her through bright green eyes, as if to tell her that it was no excuse for frightening him.
Kim picked up her notebook and tried to straighten its crumpled pages, sitting back on her heels. “I don’t understand what’s going wrong. I used to be good at this.”
She sat down on the floor properly, legs crossed, and read through what she’d written. Or what she’d tried to write. It was clunky, and didn’t seem to connect.
Marble inched forward, hesitant, afraid she was going to scream and throw things again.
She reached out a hand, and he met it with his head. He felt good to touch. Soft. “Maybe I need some inspiration,” she said, and put the notebook down on the floor. “Or a break. What do you think?”
Marble climbed up onto her lap, and rubbed his head against her stomach. As if he agreed.
“A break it is then,” she said, picking him up as she stood. “I know you’re usually a hindrance,” she told him, thinking of all the times he’d parked himself on her laptop, or stuck his head between her and her book, “but today you’re looking out for me, aren’t you?”
He purred against her as she left her room, fully enjoying her attention.