by Cat Connor
“I don’t want to be a writer.”
“Conway? Say again …”
“Say what again?”
“You said something about writers?”
Ah, crap. That wasn’t in my head after all.
“I don’t want to be a writer,” I repeated.
“You’re a couple of years too late with that observation, Conway. You are a writer, like it or not.”
I thought for a moment. I’m a what now?
“I’m not a writer,” I said.
“Poetry qualifies.”
“Oh.”
Haven’t written any of that for quite some time. I stopped thinking about the writing thing. It wasn’t a good idea to carry on down that track. A familiar tune flowed from the radio.
“Kansas,” I said with a smile and turned up the volume until Carry on Wayward Son filled the car.
All names, characters, places, and incidents in this publication are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Psychobyte
© 2016 by Cat Connor
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