I had a great idea for a story. Well, I had the beginnings of a great idea for a story. Then I didn’t. But I did. But the words and my fingers had a fight. Irreconscilable differences, I’m afraid. So I fiddled and futzed and said fuggedaboutit. And then pressed publish.
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Thoughts Become Things
Like speech bubbles, thoughts floated up, decorating the sky in glowing blue circles.
Those walking the street were oblivious to the goings-on above their heads, preoccupied with their own musings: to-do lists, dreams and random thoughts.
Sharon sat in the doorway of her kiosk, looking, to anyone who bothered to even glance at her, like a simple kitschshop owner. She could see their thoughts, and orchestrate them at will. She swirled them around, bumped them together, made them trade places. She loved watching the bemusement cross their faces as aleatory thoughts popped suddenly into their head seemingly out of nowhere.