Hey, writer-type folks. Every Friday we do a fun free-write.
You can write whatever you want in the comments section on this blog post. You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
I swear it's like we've never met. I see you there, throwing pebbles that tink off my forehead - like a young, midnight suitor. I'll pull the curtains back. You're reaching for it, and I want to tell you that you're right. I want to watch the relief wash over you like cool mountain runoff. Shocking. I want you to know that you're right for once because it doesn't matter that you're not.
It's a slick move, you gotta admit that. She's all over it, and she's looking like Mother Teresa on steroids, but they don't see the marks. They don't recognize the change. It's too late for me to tell you anything.
You sit at the sticky counter and sip on coffee that shouldn't be called coffee. Not by anyone with self respect. The sun drops behind the hills honey-slow, and you sit and watch it. You smell the wet clothes and mildew and that road smell you can never wash off, no matter how hard you try. Wrap yourself in it, no one will be the wiser, let them pass by like a bad wind on its way to someplace new and pure.
Play as many times as you like. Have a good weekend & thanks for stopping by!