“Can I try a different book?”
“What’s the matter with that one?” The librarian adjusts her glasses up her noses with one finger….
Story
Weird isn’t it,
how we at the same time,
love a good story…
Now why exactly,
was it that all the old super villains,
seemed to focus on inane plans…
A shining beacon,
around the corner of a dark room,
lights set low…
I do wonder,
why we so enjoy,
stories…
It’s just a little one,
how bad can it be?..
“I’m getting a signal from someone close to you.”
“Who is it? One of my grandparents?”
I stopped short and looked at him. “I took a break…
“I don’t believe it,” she said softly.
“You don’t have to.” He shrugged. “But it’s true.” …
It’s not so complicated,
to keep writing away,
but when we hit writer’s block…
