Today's piece doesn't feature death, transvetitism or even theft. You might almost say it's autobiographical... I bring you SLOTH:
Wild music shrieking in the wind, pulsing beat throbbing in the ground. A hundred thousand sun-flushed bodies, an overgrown forest of sweat-streaked arms.
My mind drifts, remembering. “You’ve got to be there... the atmosphere!” Passion tightened his voice, his eyes bulged with urgency. I blinked at him, my mouth slack with disinterest. Atmosphere. Yeah.
Snuggling deeper in the red plush of my sofa, I drag my lambswool blanket up to my chin and wonder where he is now. Snoring under cider-stinking canvas, or borne aloft by the swelling crowd.
I reach for the control. Glastonbury live. Rock on.
If you enjoyed SLOTH, you might want to check out GLUTTONY, ENVY, WRATH and GREED. You can find them by clicking on #7sins stories.
For other sinful suggestions, check out these excellent writers all taking part in the challenge: Bryce Daniels, Halli Gomez, Rebecca Clare Smith, Braindaze, Glitterword, Rosie Lane, Heather M Gardner, David A Ludwig, Jeffrey Hollar, Surfing (also known as Faith), Zade Forrest, The Gorm, Jessica and not forgetting Lady Antimony herself.