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.
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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