Peter stared at the photo of Dijon whilst sitting at his table wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. It was humid already this morning, and sweat was beginning to form upon his brow. He breathed heavily and the photograph came alive. Memories of holidays and adventures. The blue skies, the wonderful new sights and the strange smells; they all seemed a million miles away from where he sat now.
Peter stared at the photo of Dijon whilst sitting at his table wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Today was going to be the day he found a job.
A slightly self-indulgent piece this week as I try to find my feet again after being left jobless after 5 years. The chin, however, is up and I’ve been looking forward to Friday Fictioneers this week after a few weeks absence as I concentrated on CVs and letter writing! Now it’s time to get creative again (and no, my CV doesn’t count as creative – how dare you!)