Almost Friday. Each week like a bourbon splash or flirty fast wink.
With more fodder for stories. This week a topper!
I’ve written, set aside the words, written some more and ooooh, set it aside.
Though in time, another day, without the need to watch my words so much, I’ll encourage the transparent sparrow that whispers in my ear and the fingers which type out the text.
Or merely store away my ‘drafts’ for another day!