Writing

Imagination

The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art. Or rather, with the latest addition to my yard. I didn't understand why— it was only a plastic flamingo. But they objected to it's presence, saying that it unnerved them, the way its 'beady black eyes' followed them around. The claim was absurd, of… Continue reading Imagination

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Writing

Patience

The old typewriter had a mind of it's own. And it waited, perched comfortably on the old desk, softly-worn keys shining invitingly. It had been years since anyone had sat down to write with it--but it didn't mind. It was patient. One day, someone would climb up the attic stairs and see it waiting--a child,… Continue reading Patience