(Excerpt)
Rosalind sat in a corner at the party trying to write. One
never knew when inspiration would hit.
The theme of the party was 1960’s and she had been dragged
to the party by her friend Joanne.
Suddenly her heart went piter patter , piter pater.
‘ Had she not moved on and put this silliness aside, believing
it honestly and truly with her heart?
And here she was being a party pooper because instead of
enjoying this moment she has been hit with inspiration to write. If only he
would shut up! Then her heart beat would be normal and she could finally write
something worth being read.
Piter Pater, pitter patter. Behind she could hear his
laughter. His face appeared in her mind though her eyes were burning into the
sheet of paper in front of her.
Her neck burned and suddenly stopped. This was not a time to
be writing.
He stopped speaking so she looked. He was still there. Now
she hopped he would speak though she kept to herself writing away. She looked
once more. How handsome he was in his suit, grey pants, white shirt, navy
blazer and tie. ‘ she thought.
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