I’m sitting here editing. I have a few short stories buzzing around in my brain, but I’m not allowed to put pen to paper until I finish this project.
Soon, I croon, to my half thought … thoughts. Soon I’ll realease you out onto the world. No worries though, they’re harmless. Romantic little trysts and twists to pique your sappy bone.
Oddly enough, one of my short stories is about to come to life, albeit not quite the way I wrote it.
A summer romance when I was 15 morphs into a facebook friendship a couple of decades later. While we won’t be riding off into the sunset anytime soon, he is picking me up at the airport when I arrive in Toronto next week. We’ll spend an evening reminiscing before he drops me off and finally he’ll have a chance to meet my best friend. The one who stood beside me during all my teenage angst involving him. They’ve known each other for years, yet never met.
I know you’re thinking ‘what if they’…. but she already has her knight in shining armour. Although, that would make one heck of a tale now wouldn’t it. Damn – there goes another new story racing around in my head.
Oh and did I mention she has a hot tub? They do it the proper way. We’ll run out through the cold into the tub, then sprint back into the house when we’re done. Toronto has been unseasonably warm so far, so it might just be a saunter instead.