Every now and then, I get a strong urge to start writing; it comes and goes, and I don't have much control over the process. Still, I rejoice whenever the muse honors me with your intoxicating company.
As it happens, I was overtaken by such an urge this past Saturday, and consequently, found myself glued to a chair and table at the local Borders Cafe. I don't know how long I was there, but it was long enough to write a short story titled, mmmm, how about, 'field I Knew'.
Anyway, here is the first paragraph -this is for those of you who do not have anything better to do, and, of course, the others who, as crazy as it sounds, enjoy reading.
The full story will be available on www.reehtales.com -the website my ego built to feel important.
But I digress, So without further ados, here is the first chapter of 'Field I knew':
It seems I’ve been standing in this field for an eternity. I can’t remember how I got here. In the middle of nowhere, green grass all around, stretching so far, I don’t see anything else. But I am not worried. Not a bit. I feel at peace. No urge to hurry, rush, find out... No need to understand. Even if my feet are bare, naked -which is very odd, given my obsession with shoes. ‘The right shoes, for the right occasion,’ has always been one of my favorite mottos. In fact, at this very moment, the matter of footwear feels so trivial, unimportant. And even stranger than that the feeling itself feels right.
I laugh, and the breeze laughs with me. It had been so long since I’d laughed so freely, so honestly, without worrying about anyone else’s judgment -what a sad realization. Yet here I am laughing, out of lightness, as if a crippling burden was lifted from my shoulders. What burden was that, I wonder? My life wasn’t that awful. It was quite an ordinary one, and I enjoyed most of it… I think.
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