I am trying to figure out this writing that came out of me. I don’t think I like the style. Any thoughts about what to do with it.
[i]She said she had turned off the heating…
I round the top of the stairs. The hall light is still on. Something far away. Something near. My hand on the switch. The room is lit. I push the door slowly open. I have been warned about banging doors.
A bed. I scratch at my fore-arm. A sound to the left. Constant. An outpouring of breath. Above. Knocking. It’s warm. I tumble.
Black and noise. From within. Warm confusion. The bed. The sound to the left. The knocking. The sound to the left. The bed. The knocking. The sound to the left. She walks past the door. I am falling.
She said she had turned off the heating…
Sudden. My ears ring loudly in the dark. A silence. Head swells. Noisy silence. Wood creaks. She is moving. Something being dragged. The heating is off. She is outside my door. [/i]