Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
Don’t think I don’t know. How dare you. Don’t think I can’t see what’s happening here. I know exactly what you’re all doing.
Monday. Every one of you mentioned the weekend. Little jabs. A dig here and there. All in on it together. Weekend this, weekend that. Pretending you’d all done separate activities. Avoiding each other’s stories and smiling with that dumb, open look on your faces. I know better than that – you think I can’t see through your lies?
Tuesday. Every single person wearing black shoes except me. Message received, loud and clear. Footstep by footstep. All fucking day. Pushing me around with your shiny fucking shoes.
Wednesday. You were all quiet. You knew I was on to you. You knew I was watching. You were all so fucking careful. But I got it! I saw. Café fucking lattes every single one of you, while offering to make me a cup of tea. Tea! As if.
Thursday. Or should I call it whisper-day. Hush hush. Eyes averted. Think I can’t hear you? Think I don’t know? I know exactly what you’re thinking. Exactly what you’re doing. Before you even mutter it to each other under your stinking fucking breath.
Friday. Today. My day. You’ll see. You’ll learn. You can’t shut me out like that. You can’t shut me up. I’ll give you something to gossip about. Not long now. Friday. My day.
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