I sit in the 'writers room' in my other world, my tummy too full from the coffee and treats I had at the company party, my mind is swelling to overflowing with things to write about so before I get too sleepy I will see what prose is ready for the paper...Here goes...
Over Coffee
My friend sits across from me His hat soft and worn, his silk shirt reflecting The mood of the evening over coffee He says to me 'young lady you must stop telling the story, instead put it down in ink save your energy child, that's my advice' This is my ah-ha moment for hadn't I just been thinking this very same notion days ago hadn't i been wishing my fingers could think How simple, memories,ideas,concepts,flow through my body into my hands which then type them speedily onto A4 just like that I am filled with an urgency now, I must fly home ' Ah my friend I am sorry that I must go now but I have some much-needed writing to do, so long'
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