Our Deputy Editor, Charlotte, has written a postscript on the theme of 'movement' which might provide inspiration for your own blog submissions.
P.S. The pins and needles in my foot are starting to grow like sharp vines around my ankle. I can understand why it’s called that; it’s as if I have stepped on my Nana’s open sewing case, cleverly disguised as a biscuit tin. The prickles nip at my toes, sending sparkling pains straight through my skin. My foot went numb ten minutes ago. I was perfectly comfy.
I had been sitting still for some time. Crossed-legged like a schoolgirl, lost in a maze of my own delusions. There's sometimes just too much to think about on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. With the rain hitting the window, and my room being at the perfect sweet spot of warmth, I had been lulled into a sleepy trance.
Only when I begin to move, placing my foot on the floor I feel how much suffering there is in pure stillness. No movement, no blood flow, no change. It hurts to move, but only a bit. Wiggling and flexing my foot makes me giggle, and I also begin to feel a little nauseous and foolish from the action. I have forgotten what having a normal foot feels like. It’s so easy to forget. The thought of moving, applying pressure and beginning to use my body again feels overwhelming. The exhilarating tickle of electric nerves continues to play their out-of-tune melody on my foot. I can stand it, although I can’t quite stand up just yet.
Perhaps I just need to give it some time.
Charlotte Hall
Charlotte is a recent graduate from Lancaster University, where she studied English Literature and Creative Writing. She lives in Manchester, spending her spare time with friends and her dog, along with writing and reading. Her favourite genres to read are fantasy and contemporary fiction. She enjoys writing poems and short stories; but is looking to explore letter writing, longer prose and scripts. She hopes to apply for a Masters this year.
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