It's the first day of spring today, isn't it? I think I'll go out and buy some more fragrant yellow flowers!
I'll include what I think must be the start of a whole (silly) story for grownups. I don't remember writing it. It's one of many stories I started and most of them remained unfinished.
Short story writing is an art form of a particularly persnickety ilk. Writing poetry is almost easier because you can capture the moment in succinct rhyming or non-rhyming words and choose form and length. With short stories you have to be careful not to jump out of the box you have created for yourself. When I discovered novel-writing, I knew I had come home: No restrictive boxes to mention; no brakes on the number of characters, places, days/time; the omnipotence of choosing who lives or dies.....
So what happens next? Will we ever know?