Page 7 of 365: note on your car (creative writing)

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Hello!

Although this blogging project is much more successful than I ever envisioned it being (I’ve done a whole week of blogging!), I’m still not very good at coming up with topics to write about. But as creative writing is one of my favourite hobbies, I thought I could employ that.

I searched up ‘story prompts’ and this is where it took me. I hope you like it!


note on your car

I wasn’t in the mood. I’d been held up at work, I had a giant blister growing on the back of my foot and I knew I wouldn’t have any food for dinner when I got home. So when I got to my car and saw a piece of paper wedged under my wind screen wiper, I was ready to scream.

I grabbed the paper, shoving it in my coat pocket while I dug around in my bag for my keys. Obviously they were right in the bottom corner stuck in a gum packet; obviously. That’s where everyone keeps their car keys.

After climbing in my car, throwing my keys and phone on the dash and dropping my bag on the passenger seat I just sat; sighing and trying to expel all the negativity I could feel weighing my chest down. It didn’t work – my chest felt as tight as it did before.

I pulled the note from my pocket – it wasn’t a ticket because this is a car park registered with work. It had to be someone bitching that I was in their ‘spot’ or apologising for hitting me when they were trying to park – I wasn’t prepared to feel anything towards it whatever. I was completely indifferent to whatever hindrance this note was to inform me of.

I was pleasantly surprised.

‘Hi,

You don’t know who I am but I work in the mail room. I saw you getting a load of stick from the guys in research and I wanted to ask if you would like to come out for a drink tonight?

I didn’t think you’d want to mail room guy to come ask you out in your office.

From the guy with the red flannel shirt in the blue car across the lot xx’

I didn’t expect that at all. I looked up, finding the blue car and the guy in the flannel. He smiled nervously, waving slightly and then looking at his hand as if repulsed by it. I think I saw him saying ‘why am I waving’.

I didn’t know if he wanted me to get out the car to go to him or if he was going to come to me. I saw him reach for something on his passenger seat, scrawling something onto it and pushing it up to the window.

I copied the number he’d written into my phone, texting him my address and telling him to pick me up at 7.

That made my potentially disastrous day into an excitingly mysterious evening.


I really enjoyed that. These writing exercises are really useful for me and it’s nice to post them somewhere I can potentially get some feedback. If you’d like to leave me a comment if you enjoyed this that would be lovely and if you want to leave me any more prompts that would be wonderful!

Thanks for reading,

Sophie xx





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