Page 39 of 365: the boy that couldn’t spell (creative writing)



I was a bit lost on what I should blog about today, then I remembered that sometimes I write creatively on this blog and I haven’t for a while. I found a post on tumblr a while back about Short Story Ideas and there was a section for random scenarios – here’s what came of it.

I didn’t like going to the post office – I always ended up running into someone I knew and having to tell them about how I didn’t know what I was doing with my life and no I haven’t gone to university and oh wow your daughter’s going to the moon to get a degree on psycho-analytical history, how fantastic!

In a town where everybody knows everybody, I know everybody’s parents.

But dad was rushed off his feet. He left for work ten minutes late because my brother had a fever this morning and asked me to take this parcel to the post office. I didn’t know what it was, I just knew it wasn’t fair that I shouldn’t do one chore because I was scared of who I might bump in to.

So I was stood in the queue at the post office, my brother half-asleep watching the Muppets movie at home and a promise to buy myself a pizza on the way home. But everything was being held up by the fact our town only had one cashier working at a time and it seemed the idiot being served was writing a thirteen page letter to his grandma.

Since I was the only other one in the queue, no one was hurrying him.

He looked round frantically, spotting me and locking eyes with me. He had shaggy, dark blond hair that he was frantically brushing out of his eyes with his fingers and smiling at me as if he wanted something.

“Can I borrow your phone?”

“My phone?”

“I just need to check the spelling of a word, please?”

“Haven’t you got your own phone?” I raised an eyebrow.

“No and I left my dictionary at home, please? I’m trying to send a letter to my aunt.”

I rolled my eyes, pulling my phone out of my back pocket and opening up the ‘notes’ app for him. He typed in the word ‘appeasement’ and quickly deleted it, scribbling down the word and signing it off with his name. I stood back, feeling as if I was intruding on his appeasing letter and waiting in the queue again.

The young man, who can’t have been much older than me, quickly sent off his parcel, thanking the cashier and nodding at me as he left. I sent the parcel for my dad and within five minutes I was leaving the post office as if to head home.

“Hey,” I heard the young man calling me. I turned towards the sound of his voice – he kicked off the wall he was leaning off with one foot and sauntered towards me with his hands in his pockets. “Pretty lady, where you going?”

I blushed, pulling my hood over my hood and fishing my headphones out from within my pocket. “Home.” I mumbled.

“Maybe you should make a detour.” He smirked.

“Maybe you should leave me alone.”

“Hey, little lady – don’t get shy, I just think you’re very beautiful and I wanted to let you know. Could I catch you’re number?” He asked, the smirk falling and a much more genuine smile taking it’s place. I paused, half smiling back at him. “Most girls in this town like the asshole stuff, I’m glad you didn’t.”

I thoroughly enjoyed writing that – I love unexpected encounters and I like charm so that’s what I write. I’ve missed writing original fiction and I’m glad this blog has given me a little opportunity to explore. 

Thank you for reading,

Sophie xx

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