Homeward bound, a moment stopped at a red light, and Cypress Mountain caught my eye. Just beyond reach.
Work's always busy after a holiday. This Easter Monday...was something else.
No matter, that.
Had a story idea about fully formed at breakfast. A 'just for fun' short I figured should've been easy enough to jot away at in a few minutes at work before the workday built up a full head of steam. I should've jotted at home, of course. Though it would've made me late, I should've.
Well, it was late day, alone at work after everyone else had gone home before I could even attempt to jot down the thing so clear at breakfast. Working it. Sticking word after word. Building something ugly and contrived.
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