Theatrical Muse #329 - Get Out

[oldestbeloved]

She was sitting over her desk when he came in. Not all the way, but he stood in the doorway and leaned against the door frame and watched her at work on her correspondence. That was what she called it. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard, creating an indistinguishable rattle of noise.

"Aren't you even going to talk to me?"

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[basric]

I happened onto your writing. Unusual to find a writer that makes me think AND feel. I am impressed. And enjoy your body of work very much.