Gurgle

One of the techniques we have started with on the Creative Writing module is freewriting. You get a pen and paper or sit at the keyboard then you go 'bleurgh' and spill the contents of your mind in a random manner. I quite like this technique. It is familiar. It is like a normal evening after a couple of glasses of wine. I shared this freewrite on the OU forum today so I thought it only right to share it with you. Enjoy!

'Gurgle'

Gurgles of laughter from a small baby, lying naked in a warm room. Just after a bath, getting ready for bed. Laugh with their whole body, arms and legs waving, head moving, eyes on you, shining, mouth wide and open, dribble, gums, tongue. The smell of clean, warm baby. The soft squidginess of the tummy when you bury your face in there for a kiss or to blow a raspberry. Holding the baby in the air over your head with a slight startle reflex, looking down on you with that string of dribble stretching down to fall in your mouth. Total horror, moving to miss it and getting it on your cheek. Eye contact. Laughter. Snuggling in close and breast feeding. So much closer and more intimate than a bottle could ever be. The physical tug from your nipple down to the depths of you, physically and emotionally. The feeling of concentration as the milk lets down and you pour yourself and your nurture into that little being. Later, much later, the distance between you that you don't know how to bridge by words or deeds. The gurgle of water down the drain with that feeling of finality, of something over. The bath, the shower, the washing machine cycle, the rain storm. In the middle of the road the swirl of flood water as it drains away. All passion drains, it floods, it drains.