When the Words Came Through Me
I walked into Thump Coffee not intending to write, but an idea popped into my brain as I was standing in line. It was like an eruption that I could barely contain — all I could do was quickly order a black coffee, find a table, open my laptop and type with so much verve in my fingertips. It was as if the words were not coming out of me but simply through me.
Expert from what I wrote that day:“She did not know who she was any more. It is as if her world was stripped of understanding. Who was she outside of her circumstances. Who was she outside of her job — without him — she did not know.
She sat grieving — with a smile on her face. Her voice did not alter or shake but her spirit could not stop trembling. She did not know how to react to the words she was hearing.”
It was a story about a girl who gets dumped and fired all in one day. She is someone who is always composed, has always done and responded the right way. Yet, she finds herself on what she believe to be the worst day of her life — forced to start over. At that moment she decides that she will live without the self-imposed filter she has over her words. She chooses to speak up — to be heard.
I wrote random paragraphs out of her life — it felt like a friend was telling me moments and memories she’s lived. I wrote out the storyline — I got lost for hours in her life.I kept going up to the counter and purchasing more caffeine to keep the story going. I didn’t know who was around me, nor did I care. It was just me and my computer — and this story.
Until it was time for me to leave the coffee shop.
Unfortunately, I left that story there too.
Written By: Liza Giles