There comes a point in time in which you have absolutely no idea what to write. It is as if all the ideas have simply fled your brain for fear they may be shared. And this was exactly that time for poor Mr. Mason.
For the better part of an hour he labored to write a letter, but alas, no words would come. He had tried most everything to escape the wordless plague but all was in vain.
Finally in a fit of frustration he stood up from his desk and rubbed his temples exhaling a hot breath. The smell of coffee wafted through the window from a cafe below, and as if to escape the smell he stalked into his quaint room and slumped onto the creaky bed.
"Think, you need to think Jacoby!" Mr. Mason exclaimed. "Miss Everly must know, I can wait no longer!"
With that, he stood up, straightened his back and walked again to his desk. Stubbornly he took a seat, snatched up his pen and began to write.
My dearest Miss Everly,
"Dear heavens," He groaned, "I hope she does not judge a man by his penmanship."
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
Writings at Random
РазноеAn ongoing collection of short writings, in which you will have a glimpse into the reaches of my mind. The inspirations I carry and the worlds I venture in. © 2017 Elizabeth J Angaiak
