Anyone remember the few paragraphs I wrote that were the start of a story I will never write?
Well, I’ve written the next few paragraphs.
Life between coffees.
Anyone remember the few paragraphs I wrote that were the start of a story I will never write?
Well, I’ve written the next few paragraphs.
I do.
And, borrowing shamelessly from the inimitable ‘Shakin’ Stevens’:
“Midnight,
One more night without sleepin’.
Watchin’,
’til the morning comes creepin’.
Green door
what’s that secret you’re keepin’?”
Snorts of laughter. I can’t believe I’ve remembered the words to this song.