Forlorn messages sent out, as shadows connect, but minds don’t.
The words appeared in blue on the screen, as my fingers typed furiously.
“What are you writing?” The wife was peeping over my shoulder.
“It’s a story for the local publication. The deadline is an hour away.”
“I need milk and bread urgently. Will you go get it?”
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Sharp and to the piont, we Writers we understand.
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The wife doesn’t seem to understand the pressure of deadlines! 🙂 Great story!
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Thanks 😊
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Sometimes we just need to be left alone!
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Agree.
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