A Little Birdie Told Me

Sharon had to get a story plunked down, her regular posting was almost due. She’d had a whirlwind of words a couple months ago and wrote one after the other. All she had to do was pick one and post it for so long, she lost the habit. What? She poured some of her homemade wine and looked back to the blank white page on the screen. What? Just then the dryer kicked off, so she went to fold clothes. On her return, the blank page accosted her once more. Then that insistent dream came at her again. Three times … Continue reading A Little Birdie Told Me