Rewrite yesterday’s prompt with a different trajectory.
A lone light shone in the house. The rest of the neighbourhood stood in shadow. Not a thing moved.
Eleanor relished the serenity, stilling her breath to almost nothing. It was incredible what the body could make do with, when it was just ticking over. When it wasn’t running from pillar to post, at the mercy of helpless mouths.
Gareth was a good lad. A good man. Upright. Dependable. She wished he came around more, but she could hardly have asked him to stay. What was there in a town like Rhyl, for a brisk young man with the whole world to come?
The soothing voice interrupted her thoughts. Begin wiggling your fingers and toes. Awaken your whole body.
Yoga still felt like something of a luxury, but it eased the pain in her pelvis and helped her feel almost sprightly. She’d caught sight of herself in a mirrored display at KwikSave the other day, and had to hide a smile at how poised she was looking. I could pass for ten years younger, she thought. If there was anyone here to see me.
She rolled up to sit cross-legged, following the voice through several breathing cycles, until it signed off. Namaste.
Eleanor stood, her thoughts going to her scar as she stopped her hands from doing. Eleri hadn’t asked to be conceived, hadn’t wanted to be born. They’d opened Eleanor up, the doctors, and let the darkness in.
She bent over slowly and rolled up the yoga mat, propping it in its corner. Time for bed.