The soft sunlight shines warmly through the windowpane, illuminating her tired, worn face. A frown tugs at the corners of her lips; the skin between her eyebrows furrows as her gaze narrows and fixates on the words in front of her. The world has stopped for her. The laughter and chatter echoing from the walls of the tiny coffee shop fall on deaf ears.

The waitress who brings her cup after cup of coffee is acknowledged with a faint grunt and a couple of dollar bills thrown sloppily onto the table. Their eyes do not meet. They have danced this dance before, their lives bumping clumsily together like windchimes that never find their melody.

Her restless fingers tap drumbeats on the tabletop while her pencil scratches short, frantic letters across the page. Sometimes, the scratching is as ambient as the sound of the steaming espresso machine. Once in a while, it stops altogether. In those moments, her eyes shift slowly toward the light coming in through the window and the startlingly blue sky, as her daydreams draw her to a place wholly separate from the little shop in which she sits.

She traces the rim of her cup with her index finger as a smile slowly creeps into the wrinkled corners of her eyes. Lifting it to her lips, she sips the bitter brew that gives her life. Her eager mouth drinks in the hot, strong coffee.Β Her heavy-lidded eyes drink in the stories of the world.

Her pencil scratches the paper. And it begins again.



  1. You seem to know an old woman well. Inspired by your grandma by any chance? If you remove the last paragraph, it does look like a good first page for a page-turner.

  2. I felt like I was sitting in the coffee shop and watching this whole thing. The imagery is painted beautifully. What is she writing? So much intrigue built in such an everyday scene!

  3. Hi, I just want to let you know I nominated you for the versatile blogger award because I enjoy reading your blog. Sorry, I couldn’t work out how to add a direct link to a comment box, but you can find all the details about this on my blog entry called ‘The Versatile Blogger Award’. GB xx

  4. Gwen,

    Her pencil scratches the paper. And it begins again.

    You are so very good at this…. Blows my mind to follow the next generation and find such talent…. I will be at your book release not IF you have one But WHEN you have one!

    Keep tapping the keys

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