Saturday, December 19, 2015

The Writer In Me

I’m not a sensitive person, nor am I a cold hearted ice queen. I’m just a writer. I’m at a Vet Hospital, its 1:00 a.m. Black Friday by the way. My husband and I as well as a few other strangers are waiting in the lobby. A dog just got hit..... and we all know what’s coming, just no one want’s to say anything. During this ordeal, actually the moments, seconds before the dog got hit, the story of the canine’s untimely demise gave birth to a fantastic story idea. I cheered my genius as the heavy mood had set upon everyone. That’s the writer in me..... I gotta get typing! R.I.P. Fido.