I was up at 4:30, a short story rapping at my subconscious. After 38 years of writing, they now come few and far between. The last, Bad Form, yet to be published, came to me almost a year ago. I’m not one of those authors who seems compelled to write, such as Stephen King or Mary Higgins Clarke, although I blog just about every day and feel nagged on the rare days I have nothing to say. This particular story is another of my musings about the bittersweet mystery of life, hopefully with a spin that will make it a little different and worthwhile. The tentative title is Symbiosis, which is defined as: “Noun -- Interaction between two different organisms living in close physical association, typically to the advantage of both; A mutually beneficial relationship between different people or groups.” I may change it, given that the relationship in question is neither mutual nor beneficial. What I’m striving for is the connection between those who seem to have been meant to be but aren’t together. Part of the musing is questioning whether such a thing even exists, if it is something we merely want to believe in. I incorporated the current heat wave into the narrative: “Never had the rumble of thunder and the flash of lightning been so welcomed." Ideas were floating around my head while I was on my morning walk and will be for the next few days, less so after that, until it is finalized. As I’ve said before, no work is ever finished. There is always more to the story, and more polish possible. I’ve written several notes at the bottom of the second page. I expect the piece to be about 1500 words. I still do the first few drafts in long hand.
Well, the heat wave has finally broken, but life had a hot twist in store for me. It was about an hour into the session of the floating book shop when a couple of large vans pulled into the driveway of the Chase bank. Soon one a crew of four was taking measurements and marked out a three by ten foot rectangle of the first part of the black top. It wasn't hard to figure out what was coming, so I moved my wares 100 feet to the left, the corner of 85th Street, as far from the drilling as I could get. Unfortunately, I was now out of the shade of the tree and in the sun. In truth, it wasn't too taxing. My thanks to the young lady who overpaid for two Dean Koontz thrillers. She didn't want any romance, as she hasn't had much love luck lately and such novels make her sad. I doubt she'll be without companionship for long.
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