September 10th, 2009

writing: still working on that thing

The beginning of a story, as told to a napkin

The words just started flowing, and I did the only thing that was natural--write them down. I still haven't finished this story--haven't properly begun it, really.

He could have found me out from the beginning.

I told him I was going to a conference in Washington: true in essentials, but an utter lie in my true objective. If only he knew this as we embraced that day before I entered the security gates. The flight across the country was only a reminder of what I was about to do.