The pen awaits. The paper awaits. I’m the writer, and I sit in my comfortable chair, listening to the pounding rain on the window.
And I wait … for a word to appear.
I stare at the virgin paper.
It stares back at me.
It taunts me.
It begs.
It cries my name.
After a day of playing this game, it stops.
Silence is heavy.
It still stares at me!
For a long time, the blank page and I struggle for a word. Any word.
Who will go first?
The feud goes on for days.
Finally, I break the silence, “It’s the rain! We are stuck in the muddy muck, dripping wet!
We can’t write … the words will drip off the
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| The weir and the page walk together in the rain … by Elaine |
Silence reigns again!
Oh, goodness! REIGNS in the rain! I created a homophone! Being literary, the blank paper begins to roar with laughter.
The silence is broken, and the partnership begins anew!
And by next week, the blank page and I will have another story!
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| Spring will surely return after a cold, rainy week Watercolor by Elaine |
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