Bordeaux cork popped, he belliess up to his 1997 Pentium Two and gazes at the opportunity of the blank white page.
She smiles at him and nods, flirtaciously.
Her smiling dialogue and witty repartee – ellusive.
The words, her words, are not his tonight.
Perhaps music? James Taylor again. A distraction at the leaky faucet, and then again the Pentium.
His fingers begin to move, “sound and fury, signifying nothing” they click, and peck, and hunt
Ctrl + Z, all of these words are nothing but drivel!
No point of vue, no voice, no arc.
“Kim Kardashian’s Divorce, Not Yet Final” his screen pops up …
Mindless gossip, don’t mind if I do.
Doorbell, Cellphone, another glass of wine – we’ll start again tomorrow
Tonight’s work unsatisfying in its results: two sentences: Chapter One, The Beginning