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Well Enough – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Leslie sat at the cafe table, staring out the window without really seeing anything. Her laptop sat open on the table in front of her with the screensaver running. A cup of tea sat forgotten next to it.

Michelle walked into the cafe and, spotting Leslie, made her way over to her. “Well, well, well,” she said. “Fancy meeting you here, Les.”

Leslie turned from the window and smiled at her friend. “Hey there, Michelle. Long time, no see. Have a seat.”

“Thanks,” Michelle replied, settling down in the seat across from here. “So, what have you been up to lately?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just keeping busy. And you?”

“The same. Staying busy.” She pointed to the laptop. ‘How’s that book of yours coming along?

“Well enough, I guess,” Leslie replied flatly.

Michelle frowned at her tone. “Oh? I don’t sound like it. What’s wrong? Have you hit a case of writer’s block?”

“I guess you could say that. It feels like my characters have stopped talking to me. I think my well of ideas might have dried up.”

“Anything I can do to help, Les? I know how much writing that book’s meant to you.”

“I don’t know. I need something to give me some ideas. Tell me what’s been going on with you lately. Maybe I’ll get an idea I can use – if you don’t mind me using it.”

“Of course I don’t mind. Anything to help. Ok?”

“Thanks.”

The two friends chatted back and forth for a few minutes, and Michelle told her stories of what had been going on in her life, including all the drama and all the funny happenings. After a while, Michelle had to leave. As they said good-bye, Michelle noticed a glimmer in Leslie’s eye, and she smiled.

“I take it from the look in your eye, Les, that I was able to help you. I’m glad.”

“Yes,” Leslie said with a grin. “You did help me out greatly, Michelle. You’ve given me some ideas, and my characters are starting to whisper to me again. Thank you.”

“Great! Glad to help. Don’t forget to mention me in your acknowledgments,” she said with a wink.

“I will. Let’s meet again soon so I can show you what I’ve come up with.”

“Sure! I’d like that.”

Michelle left, and Leslie sat back down, woke up her laptop, and started typing away with a smile.

 


 

This story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “well”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 14/17