Wrote a story


Wrote a story.
Not a very good story.
But wrote it.
It might end up
on that digital page
never to be read
by someone else.
But the thing is,
the important thing,
I wrote.
In peace and quite.
Without any interruptions.
On a bench in my favorite place in the world.
Birds shirping all around.
A warm breeze blowing the tops of the palm trees.
A cat sleeping comfortably on a near bench.
Tourists walking in the distance mesmerized by the beauty and enchantment of this historical place.
I wrote in my phone a story that might never be read by someone else, about a yellow dress that I might never wear.
I have been struggling to write short stories for a few weeks now.
And here, where my heart belongs and my whole self, I wrote and felt liberated.