Since Figment has abandoned me for cooler climes, I have been reading.
this morning I read Sailing, something I wrote and never read.
Some of you will know what I meant by that..something I wrote and never read. Things that just happen and you've pushed the submit button and your brain takes a hike.
My wife said, "Are you OK?"
"Why," I said, between swipes at the snot covered screen.
"You made a noise, it sounded like a death rattle."
"I was laughing," I explained.
"This story I wrote."
I shouldn't have said I wrote because she lost interest immediately. The only I that interests her is I paid the rent.
"Oh…well…better luck next time."
Luck? With what? Deathrattle?