Post by MikaSorrow on Jan 25, 2011 15:51:57 GMT -5
Damon sat at a table in the far corner of the coffee shop, away from everyone.
He sipped his black coffee then opened his notebook and stared at the blank page for a few seconds before picking up his pen.
He focussed hard on the paper, as if he was waiting for the words to jump out at him.
Five minutes later he was still staring at the page.
The page was now completely covered in doodles.
Hearts, stars, ink splodges, lines but no poetry.
He groaned loudly and tore the paper out of his notebook.
he balled up the paper and stuffed it into his pocket. Before starting afresh on a clean page.
He sipped his black coffee then opened his notebook and stared at the blank page for a few seconds before picking up his pen.
He focussed hard on the paper, as if he was waiting for the words to jump out at him.
Five minutes later he was still staring at the page.
The page was now completely covered in doodles.
Hearts, stars, ink splodges, lines but no poetry.
He groaned loudly and tore the paper out of his notebook.
he balled up the paper and stuffed it into his pocket. Before starting afresh on a clean page.
