Look at me! I did it. Three weeks in a row…barely….but who’s paying attention to the fact that I got it in at the deadline? Who? 😉 Me, of course. Many thanks as always to Rochelle. Please follow this link if you’d like to join in on Friday Fictioneers.
A Room of One’s Own
I have written on concrete steps, in a cafeteria, lunchroom, at work, on a beach, in my car…
Frequently at my dinette table, under the stream of a shower, washing dishes.
Now. Finally. A room of my own. Not a word comes.
I jab the space bar, nothing, nada. Is it because I see the siding of their house? The gossipy neighbors who belittle me although they’ve never talked to me?
I pack my laptop, walk a half-mile to a picnic table.
Immediately a song sparrow serenades me.
As a breeze tosses my hair, words arrive.
“All you need is love.”