He's a writer.
"...published three books..." he said between fork fulls.
"Sure, I'll take a look.
But I'll use my red pen.
Print up a copy.
Send it over."
Is he a better writer than reader?
Red faced apology replaced red pen.
Not his first apology to me; his last.
Watermelon sized lessons rediscovered.
Reward is earned by sweat, not support.
Lesson juice, sweet and sticky, lingers on hands long after washing.
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