It’s ‘Five minute Friday’ time! It’s inspired by Lisa-Jo over at The Gypsy Mama. The idea is that you write for five minutes flat on a topic, without worrying about whether it’s right or not. It’s kinda fun! Check out others’ interesting 5-minute posts on the topic by clicking on the button below.
I was snippy and abrupt. He was banging the washing basket frustratedly and sighing.
The sun was shining and I was waiting, lying on a lounger.
“I thought you were going to spend an hour with me now, as I haven’t really seen you all week. I was waiting.”
“I had to send an email – I told you. And now I have to do the washing.”
We paused, sighed; started again.
We sat, facing each other on loungers in the garden. Because we didn’t have long, we used a stopwatch. (We are both scheduley people). The rules were: he had 10 minutes to talk and I would listen, then we’d swap.
He talked for 6 minutes. I listened. He stopped talking. I advised. He pointed out that I had advised instead of listening. I apologised (so much for the counselling training!) I waited.
Much of the remaining 4 minutes was silent. We slowed down. We watched birds flapping in the trees.
I spoke – just for 10 minutes. I poured out a bubbling stream of questions and insecurities and wonderings and explorings and he stayed with me and negotiated the misty bits of my subconsciousness as I thought about friendships and time and writing.
I felt loved.