This afternoon’s writing

Janni: “There’s a tree growing here. What is it doing?”

Lnhammer: “Photosynthesizing? Dancing to a song only it can hear? Sitting in a lonely cafe strumming a guitar?”

Never once did he point out that there is no tree here, save for the one on the page, and that in fact we’re sitting in a rather indoor, treeless cafe. Just one more perk of living with another writer. 🙂

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