The Beginning. . .Not The End

I sat down, stretched out and greased up with one eye on Patti who had playmates to keep her busy. And where did Ralph settle down? As if we had adjoining rooms, he set up cap next to me. I ignored him, removed pen and opened and notebook from the old carryall and began to write a story lurking in the shadows of my mind.


45 thoughts on “The Beginning. . .Not The End

  1. Doesn’t sound like she can avoid this Ralph. Guess she’s going to have to get used to seeing him around. Nice snippet! πŸ™‚

  2. Great job capturing someone who has to squeeze in writing while watching children. Oh wait, that’s me and my grandkids. πŸ™‚

  3. Don’t we writers live for those moments we think we’re channeling Shakespeare? πŸ™‚ I had to chuckle over Twelfth Night- my brother is part of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival cast performing it this year. They’re doing it as a musical. πŸ™‚

  4. Great snippet. Love how you show she’s watching the children and trying to write, even if it’s not turning out the way she wants it to. lol

  5. Definitely enamored by the granddaughter’s admiration for her granny (reminds me of someone else I know). Cute story.

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