.::a hobby::.

She got up from the computer, fingers running to-and-fro at her temples, now greasy from the motion all day long. The dishes leaped into her line of half-blurred vision, and she shuffled to them. The warm soapy water and hum of the tap calmed her a little and set her thinking at a gentler pace. The cat, a great big grey tabby loafed at her ankles, and nuzzled his head into her calves. Absent-mindedly, she scritched under his chin with a dripping hand. He emitted a protest with a sharp chirp, and sauntered off, tail in the air. She took no notice, and loaded the dishes into the dishwater with mechanical movements. She forgot to turn it on, and just wandered aimlessly around her apartment. It seemed stark, and she had the sudden urge to fill it with knick-knacks that would do nothing except display her eccentric personality.

“I need a hobby,” she said aloud to no-one. She stood there in silence, as if waiting for something. Faintly, she could hear behind her the slow groan of her computer processor. “Well, I suppose I do have a hobby,” she corrected herself in a much softer, hoarser tone, shuffling back to the wretched machine to work on her novel some more. “I just want a new one that doesn’t involve so much brain-ache.”


(just more of my snapshots)