Last night I sat at Writers & Books, a local shop devoted to the literary arts, writing feverishly on my NaNoWriMo novel. Though it is not my store, I positioned myself close to the main entrance to greet passers-by and explain to them why there were a bunch of people sitting and writing.
A man came in. An older man. Clean, tidy, but looking a little worn. He had come to read a poem at the Open Mic night that was happening upstairs. He asked some questions, then went upstairs to read to the crowd.
There was something about him that seemed familiar. I’ve seen it before. He was smiling, but he wasn’t all right.Continue reading “Yesterday, I Met a Man…”
Penny Higgins - Storyteller • Artist • Scientist 