Short story: A place to write

“But you’ve the whole house to write in,” Rex said, loading a tray with wine and olives. “Better than a shed at the end of the garden.” His hand was already on the back door, pushing it open.

“A shed with a view of the sea and a bed,” Ingrid said, but he was already gone.
She heard a wail start across the hall. “Mum, Flora pinched me!” A door slammed. “Mum. Tell her.” The children’s argument spilled into the kitchen where Ingrid stood at the window watching Rex’s retreating back.
“A quiet shed,” she whispered, and turned to her girls.



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24 thoughts on “Short story: A place to write

  1. A good one. Way, way back, I ran a seminar in an art school on women in art. The first thing I did was give the small number of students in the group a copy of Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own.


  2. Ah,poor woman but am sure she can soon show him who is the boss by penning an award winning novel amid all that noise and daily grind of being a wife and mom-women can multi-task effortlessly while he only recieves rejection slips :-)Or maybe she can poison his wine or trash that shed? 😛


  3. I say it is time for a revolt. Take over the shed or create a time share.Either way something has to give or hubby may find himself rolling downhill. This made me yearn for a quiet place of my own to write.


  4. I think they need to do some actual communication if they’re going to survive in any positive way. The story could be flipped around to have the man in a similar situation, especially if his wife worked outside the home to support him. I enjoy the way you deal with your story casually while hitting home truths.



  5. Dear Claire,

    I loved the way the children’s argument spilled into the kitchen. It brought back some memories for me…not necessarily pleasant ones. 😉 I agree with DCT. Time for a revolt or at least an invasion of his quiet little shed. Nicely written.




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