Rhiwbina Living Issue 57
The 15 year anniversary issue of Rhiwbina Living, the award-winning magazine for Rhiwbina.
The 15 year anniversary issue of Rhiwbina Living, the award-winning magazine for Rhiwbina.
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the wolf moon<br />
A<br />
drop of condensation rolled<br />
down the glass and pooled<br />
on the windowpane. Charlie<br />
watched it as it made a damp spot<br />
on the wood and tutted. Lifting his<br />
cigarette to his lips, he took a long<br />
drag and looked back to the glaring<br />
screen of his laptop.<br />
'And it was there that Jonah<br />
decided he must…’ he read aloud.<br />
‘Must what? Must what, Charlie?’<br />
He was halfway through his<br />
third novel and for the life of him,<br />
he couldn’t seem to slip back<br />
into writing the way he used to.<br />
Since September, he had chained<br />
himself to this desk, missing out on<br />
birthdays, reunions, even Christmas<br />
parties just to hit his February<br />
deadline. But for some reason, the<br />
words just weren’t coming.<br />
The moonlight shone in through<br />
the window, bathing his small study<br />
in a wintry glow. It was almost<br />
midnight but he refused to close<br />
the curtains, hoping inspiration<br />
would somehow strike from the<br />
quiet scene below. Rows of slanted<br />
rooftops reflected the moon’s<br />
beams back up to the sky. Nothing<br />
moved. Nothing murmured. No<br />
46<br />
inspiration would strike here tonight.<br />
Pushing his chair back, Charlie<br />
stood and started to pace. With<br />
no other light in the room, he<br />
moved in and out of the moon’s<br />
gaze, enjoying the way the beams<br />
danced on the rim of his glasses.<br />
Why was it so hard to write this time<br />
around? The first two books had<br />
simply jumped from his fingertips to<br />
the keyboard and become instant<br />
hits with readers around the world.<br />
Perhaps it was because it was the<br />
last one in the trilogy but this one<br />
was just not working.<br />
Downstairs, he heard his wife<br />
turning off the TV, her slippers<br />
shuffling across the floor as she<br />
started to make her way up the<br />
stairs. How long had he been sitting<br />
here? Five hours? And the most<br />
he’d written was 100 words. At<br />
least three hours had been spent<br />
deleting sentences that just didn’t<br />
work, over and over again. He<br />
couldn’t disappoint his fans, he just<br />
couldn’t.<br />
‘Charlie?’ he heard Georgie’s<br />
familiar voice call.<br />
‘Yes, love?’<br />
‘I’m going to bed.’<br />
‘I know, I know. I’m just thinking-’<br />
‘Have you seen the moon tonight?’<br />
she said, climbing the couple of<br />
steps up to his attic room.<br />
‘No,’ he replied to the closed door.<br />
‘Oh, you should see it,’ Georgie<br />
said. ‘You’d like it.’<br />
Charlie stopped pacing, aware of<br />
his wife hovering on the top step.<br />
He should ask her in, tell her to<br />
come and look at the moon with<br />
him. He knew he should and yet,<br />
if he did, it would take him ages to<br />
get back on track. Not that he was<br />
going anywhere at the moment.<br />
‘It’s called a Wolf Moon,’ Georgie<br />
said, quietly. ‘Because of the wolves<br />
howling in the winter.’<br />
‘Nice, love. I’ll have a look later.’<br />
There was a quietness between<br />
them as he gazed up at the moon<br />
outside his window. She would<br />
know he had already seen it. She<br />
knew he never closed the curtains<br />
when he was writing.<br />
Realising she wouldn’t be invited<br />
in, Charlie heard her turn and start<br />
to descend the stairs.<br />
‘Goodnight then, love,’ she said. ‘I<br />
won’t disturb the genius at work.’<br />
‘Goodnight, Georgie,’ he replied. ‘I