Imagine you’re in a cabin somewhere…
Or if you prefer, you’re at a beach cottage.
Someone dropped you off this morning…
And will pick you up on Sunday evening.
It’s your weekend…
To do whatever you want.
So I’m guessing because you’re a writer…
You’ll use this time to write, right?
OK, so now you’re all comfy and cozy…
With a glass of your favorite beverage…
When–
All of a sudden…
You sense something…
In your gut…
Inclement weather? I’m talking storm of the millennium.
Something nuclear? Either war or spill.
Or–something.
And as the fates always seem to do…
Your electronics suddenly don’t work…
But seeing that I’m the author of this little story…
I’m going to allow one of them to work for you…
Which one will you choose to help you survive your weekend?
Your cell phone?
Your computer?
The TV?
Or?
Well, you’re a writer…
You tell me what you felt in your gut
And how to finish the story.
Always, Em-Musing
