Rokkitnite's Workbook Scenarios

My responses to:

Scenario (1)

I feel
let down,
alienated, angry. I throw down the receiver like dynamite, and wipe the
sweat from my filtrum. I consider the garden, root in the fridge,
refresh with a beer and a long round on the Playstation. After a long
time, I forgive the telephone, and call Megs. She is busy
tonight.

Scenario (2)

I feel chuffed,
enthused, pleased.
I believe I would use them again. I go to the shops for cigarettes and
forget to lock the door. At the counter, I remark to the till assistant
that the sky is like a rich, lavender skin over our dreary, concrete
camping ground. She thinks I'm pretty cool. When I get back, I find
I've been burgled.

Scenario (3)

I fume,
and worry.
I feel impotent and lost.
The receiver slips out of my hand slowly, like a kitten trying to
wriggle free. I sit on the telephone directory and gaze out the window.
It's raining fiercely. The tarmac is obsidian black. A heavy goods
vehicle veers off the road and ploughs into my garden wall.