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“What are you doing?”

She could see what he was doing, of course: He was sitting in an easy chair, staring at the spot up across the room where the light green paint of the wall met the white of the ceiling. He had a blank page in his lap and a pen in his hand, but all he was doing was staring.

“I’m writing,” he said.

“Posh,” she retorted. “You’re sitting like a lump of lard wasting the day away.”

He turned to her and grinned.

“Thank you,” he said.

“You’re so welcome,” she sneered, and stalked away.

And he began to write: “‘What are you doing?’ She could see what he was doing, of course …”

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, and an insistent cat. Author of How to Play a Blue Guitar, A Bridge at Crossroads, Refuse to be Afraid, and A Scream of Consciousness.

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