Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
I was running; Running from everything and running out of time. It was hard to understand how I’d been so blind. If I had learnt this early in the piece my life would have been different. It was not complacency, but a fear of ridicule. I had been an ‘add on’ to a successful man. I guess you could call me Little MISS..CELLANIOUS.
I stared out of the carriage window thinking of the times I should have left.
I never dared think that perhaps if I made a small change that would be the catalyst for something better. Like the train I’d just raced through a dark tunnel allowing my life to be driven by another driver.
He decided everything for me. What I wore, what I ate, where I sat at the table.
Right down to what I thought.
“Don’t ask Jenny she knows nothing.” ……
“Jenny doesn’t eat dessert. It puts on weight….” Etc..Etc..
But today I was running and I knew exactly where to go. I was running to find me.