Hey guys....
Just needed some feedback on the beginning of this creative piece... I've had mental blocks about it for the past week!! Just letting you know i'm definately not an English expert so be as harsh as so I can hopefully get better
I remember the day. We were driving home – dad and me. I had been away for 2 months avoiding finishing my holiday. It seemed cold that day; mist over the paddocks, the fog on the windows. But it wasn’t just the weather; everything was cold, people’s looks and actions – all of it. It was one of those days where you could see your breath when you spoke. No one had said anything to me while I was away, I think they were giving me space and at the time I didn’t what for. I looked at my dad to ask to turn the heater on but I stopped myself. On the day I wasn’t sure why I did but I saw something in his eyes, something horrible. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a long time. I got the phone call to come home about 2 days ago and that they had some devastating news to tell me in person. I think they said it would be too hard over the phone and that I’d need “comfort”. Those words tortured me the whole plane ride home and got worse when I saw my father’s face at airport. He had been crying. My stomach dropped at that sight and when he saw me he wiped his tears away.
Thanks for reading... What do you think??
Just needed some feedback on the beginning of this creative piece... I've had mental blocks about it for the past week!! Just letting you know i'm definately not an English expert so be as harsh as so I can hopefully get better
I remember the day. We were driving home – dad and me. I had been away for 2 months avoiding finishing my holiday. It seemed cold that day; mist over the paddocks, the fog on the windows. But it wasn’t just the weather; everything was cold, people’s looks and actions – all of it. It was one of those days where you could see your breath when you spoke. No one had said anything to me while I was away, I think they were giving me space and at the time I didn’t what for. I looked at my dad to ask to turn the heater on but I stopped myself. On the day I wasn’t sure why I did but I saw something in his eyes, something horrible. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a long time. I got the phone call to come home about 2 days ago and that they had some devastating news to tell me in person. I think they said it would be too hard over the phone and that I’d need “comfort”. Those words tortured me the whole plane ride home and got worse when I saw my father’s face at airport. He had been crying. My stomach dropped at that sight and when he saw me he wiped his tears away.
Thanks for reading... What do you think??
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