By Rebecca T. Dickinson
Inspiration flows from the fingertips of so many fellow bloggers. I try my best to keep up, but one—of many favorites—that never fails to make me think is The View Outside. She writes about many subjects in regards to writing and literature. Reading her sketches causes me to dream of somewhere private, away from chaos, where I would just write.
In a somewhat sarcastic humor after a day with second graders—some of whom did not know what walking or sit meant—I wrote a few lines between a couple most ardently in love.
Lines We Never Say
Boy: Look at these flowers.
Boy: You like flowers, don’t you?
Girl: They die.
Boy: Do you like your bracelet?
Boy: Don’t you like the diamonds?
Girl: Sure. Diamonds are pretty.
Boy: You’re not excited.
Girl: Sure I am.
Boy: I have something special in mind.
Boy: Yes, tonight.
Girl: Sure. (To herself) He’ll snore right after anyways.
Boy: What is it you want?
Boy: I am giving you time with me tonight.
Girl: No, time.
Boy: Time to think?
Girl: Time to write.