It is the second Friday of the month, so that makes it Short Story Friday! Okay, I just made that up. But here is a short story.
“Who do you read, then?” She asked that night at the party as they stood outdoors on the veranda. She had a light in her eyes.
“Anyone worthwhile,” he said, trying to dismiss her and her question.
“Would you read my writings?” Hope and vanity were syrup dripping out of her mouth.
“But why not?”
“Wasn’t this question already answered?”
Seven months later he recalls this conversation upon seeing her novel on the shelf for bestsellers. He laughs silently to himself, takes a sip of his coffee from a paper cup, and moves down the aisle seeking a lost asylum.