He’d tapped the pen for the last time.
He realised he wasn’t going to get any writing done. Everything seemed to be against him. The storm had caused a power cut so he had no computer and couldn’t type. The light was fading, so he couldn’t see clearly.
He looked at his hand, fingers covered with a sticky blue liquid. The same liquid that was smeared all over the piece of paper he was using to scribble down ideas; the same liquid that was on the cuff of his sleeve… around his mouth… all over the – as yet – unwritten birthday card.
Gerald looked at his pen, and let out a sigh.
His favourite pen, chewed, broken, and now useless.
In frustration, he screwed up the piece of paper, and threw it – and the pen – into the rubbish bin.
“Someone’s got it in for me” he thought aloud…
This is the next part in my Legendary Circles storyline.
The previous part can be found here.
The Mansionic Perspective 
I understand this place. Well.
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I think this is a very well shared experience, Andra!
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I’ve been in that place before…I threw is all away too.
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Frustrating isn’t it, Deb?
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My mid-thirties daughter says I can’t say it; my 5-year-old granddaughter says it all the time: C.O.O.L.
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Well, Tess, I thank you for saying it!
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Plot thickens.
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There’s a plot?
Oh, yes! Indeed it does, LA!
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Boy do I know the feeling!!! 🙂
Nice one Tom! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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I can bet you do, Prenin!
Still, it’s all good fun in the end!
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HI Tom, well Ive just got to go read the first part haven’t I. ~Sue 🙂
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Hi Sue, there are a few other earlier parts to this tale dotted back amongst my other posts… you’ve just reminded me that I wanted to organise things a little better! I’ll do it later in the week… Thanks for calling by!
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Know this feeling well, though I’m usually chewing on the laptop corner 😉 PC chips all round my wolfie chops and lumps of keys stuck in my teeth as I grind them in frustration!
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