The Journal - O. Passmore

 The Journal

By: Olivia Passmore

It was a night so fine and extraordinary. The boon companions lay hunkered down in their chalet like escape. One could be found, legs twisted on the floor next to the enthusiastic flames of the freshly built fire; notebooks of once clean and crafted art astray in front of them. Another was situated on the bed, a beef witted cat lacking of fur lay sprawled out in their lap. Billows of smoke from the freshly lit incense stay clouding their vision. The third and final can be seen fixed upon the cathedra in the corner, reading what one can only assume was something vastly political. For the night had only begun when a chortle from the first caught the attention of the others. In front lay a journal, pages tattered and falling apart; for this was the first of many creations from this group of three. The friends gathered, amongst them a feeling of nostalgia. The journal had transported them back to the beginning. A time of camaraderie and high hopes. To indulge on these memories of what was once a dream and see it be true in front of their eyes was more than enough to draw tears. For the first has a big day tomorrow. There was meant to be a severe storm, and the sheep up the street against the nasty blizzard is meant to make delightful photos. It was a sight that couldn’t be missed. As for the others, uni was out on leave for the holidays. The second had plans of trekking to Shetland in an attempt to see the annual gathering of the otters. Such a trip will make for delightful stories to share with their classmates. And as for the third, she had plans to travel into the village, for the group of three had just moved into their comfortable abode and needed many a supplies. Paint samples were to be collected, bouquets needed to be arranged, and supper needed sorting. But alas, as the night draws nearer and the friends immerse themselves back into reality, they will gather together in the common room to chat and chuckle about the day they had. The journal will be placed back into storage to be discovered on another date, but will, in the mean time, become again just a memory.