Room 50: Ninkasi – Part One: In Completion

She looked around the room and what she was pathetic fallacy – a room written into sympathy with its owner. Half eaten chocolate bars in their wrappers, bowls with moldering leftovers pooled in them, coffee cups with mold floating in little coral like clusters on the surface of the cold foul smelling liquid. Books with markers midway through, notes for ideas, sketches for paintings, post-it notes for friends she had yet to call back. It was as if her life were waiting for something – oh, yeah, it was waiting for her to live it.

She reached down by the side of the sofa and picked up the remote controller and started channel surfing. When she realised after a hour that she hadn’t actually watched a full program she smiled at herself. Completion was most definitely not one of her strong points. Was she that bothered? Maybe not. There were some famous people who were well known for not finishing what they started – still she supposed that if you were possessed of the brilliance of a Leonardo Da Vinci that you could get away with not completing everything.

Ninkasi was, so her mother told her, the perfect example of a middle child – looking to the activity of her older brother and younger sister to see what was required of her. But, her mother said, she wasn’t quite able to work out what it was that they were doing so she never really knew what it was that she was supposed to be doing either. The way to get out of that rut? To start making her decisions based on what she wanted. She didn’t know what she wanted though – if you went through your whole life being like that how the hell were you supposed to reverse the trend? She had no clue.