Sometimes you look at objects in your surroundings and feel like there’s a story that’s waiting to be told. There’s something that speaks to you and you want to give it a voice. But the story is so very nebulous that you wonder what it could become.
The wispy words escape your grasp and all you can do is wait.
You know it won’t be either a true story or fiction. It may not be anything with a beginning, middle and end. Will it be a showpiece, just a description or something more? You never know until the story is told.
Will it be a real story? No. So there it will stand, waiting to be read like the fragmented bit of an imperfect imagination looking for a home.
Where will it go when this orphan story takes shape?
In the blog, of course!
The story isn’t here yet, but…
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