Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Karen; again.

Karen; again.



Yesterday was very busy at work; in the morning. I'd been thinking about Karen and how I've not written in awhile. Yesterday I took to work the bag I keep my notes on Karen and what I've written by hand. I started writing in the afternoon and the story once again came flowing from me; yippie. I wrote again when we got home, after dinner until about 10:30.

Here is a bit :)

Certainly what she saw or imagined she saw earlier had been scary but here, now, Thomas was not scary. He was inviting? Yes, he was inviting; and hot. It was funny that Karen could think about him as being hot at a time like this. What kind of time was this any way? Was she talking to a dead guy that wasn’t really a dead guy or just loosing her mind? Sure it had been several month since she felt the attention of a man. She didn’t even want to think about how long it had been since she felt more than just a man’s attention. Karen always believed that Mr. Right was out there somewhere. She just had not run into him yet. She yearned for him. It saddened her when she stopped to think about him being out there without her because then he too was probably alone.

written by SMF 2011

posted 6-27-2012 originally PAGREENERY