While sitting at work last night waiting for more money to count (what a glamorous day job I have), I had my notebook and just started writing. Instead of adding to any of my ongoing projects like I should have, I wrote whatever came to mind. Surprisingly, not only did I like what I wrote, but it helped my migraine. Since I have been pretty horrible about updating this blog, I'm going to try to write little (sometimes very little) stories to post on here every day. Aside from keeping this active, it should be a good writing exercise for me. The first few I have written are quirky and kind of funny, but not all of them will be. Some are connected, and some aren't. So here's the first one, and the shortest. The first line came to mind while I was staring at the ceiling and hearing bits of conversation through the wall, and it kind of went from there.
"The Philosopher's Stare"
I wanted to be a
fly on the walls of his brain. That blank stare could have held
anything—the philosophies of the next great scholar, the solution
of the economic crisis, the cure for cancer, or simply pondering what
made tacos so delicious. When he finally noticed my intense stare, he
blinked owlishly.
“Sorry, what?”
I smiled. “What
were you thinking about?”
“Why are toes so
weird?”
I knew I had to
marry this man.
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