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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, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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