RGK
05-23-2009, 01:55 PM
I starred at the blank page on my laptop screen and it starred back, taunting me with it's blankness, it seemed so smug and proud of it's untarnished blank document. Every sentence I tried to write but then deleted through my own dissatisfaction was a victory the smug blank document seemed to claim over me. I wasn't going to get frustrated though, I had to stay calm, be patient, those are the virtues of a good writer.
"You smug blank page son of a *****!!" I yelled.
I picked the laptop up and threw it across the room as hard as I could. I watched it break against the wall, then I laughed, laughed at it's pain, but that wasn't enough. I had to finish it off. I ran yelling and screaming and jumped through the air, coming down on the smug laptop with my knees causing it to crack horribly. A silence filled the air.
"Sir I think you should leave." said a man standing above me.
I got up and walked through the Starbucks with stunned onlookers gawking at me. One women pulled her little girl in close and held her tight as I walked past them. I stopped and turned around.
"Don't be afraid ma'am, I'm not mental or anything."
"Really? It seems as though you are."
"Does it? I didn't mean to give that impression."
"You made my daughter cry."
I apologised and reached across to pat her daughter on the head but was slapped on the hand.
"I don't want you touching my daughter."
"Fair enough," I said turning to leave, I hesitated and looked back at the woman, "do you want to go out with me Friday night?"
"Good Lord no."
"Saturday night?"
"No."
"Ever?"
"Never."
I sighed.
"Okay I understand. Is it because I'm not very attractive, because that would be pretty shallow of you. I have inner beauty."
The Starbucks manager grabbed me by the arm.
"Sir, I insist you leave."
"Okay." I said.
I left the Starbucks. I no longer had a laptop, but I didn't need one right now, right now I needed inspiration, a reason to write. So I began my search.
"You smug blank page son of a *****!!" I yelled.
I picked the laptop up and threw it across the room as hard as I could. I watched it break against the wall, then I laughed, laughed at it's pain, but that wasn't enough. I had to finish it off. I ran yelling and screaming and jumped through the air, coming down on the smug laptop with my knees causing it to crack horribly. A silence filled the air.
"Sir I think you should leave." said a man standing above me.
I got up and walked through the Starbucks with stunned onlookers gawking at me. One women pulled her little girl in close and held her tight as I walked past them. I stopped and turned around.
"Don't be afraid ma'am, I'm not mental or anything."
"Really? It seems as though you are."
"Does it? I didn't mean to give that impression."
"You made my daughter cry."
I apologised and reached across to pat her daughter on the head but was slapped on the hand.
"I don't want you touching my daughter."
"Fair enough," I said turning to leave, I hesitated and looked back at the woman, "do you want to go out with me Friday night?"
"Good Lord no."
"Saturday night?"
"No."
"Ever?"
"Never."
I sighed.
"Okay I understand. Is it because I'm not very attractive, because that would be pretty shallow of you. I have inner beauty."
The Starbucks manager grabbed me by the arm.
"Sir, I insist you leave."
"Okay." I said.
I left the Starbucks. I no longer had a laptop, but I didn't need one right now, right now I needed inspiration, a reason to write. So I began my search.