Little Stories About Nothing

I love the darkness the most.

I write little stories about nothing in the morning. I spend an hour or two reading, waiting to feel inspired. Finally, or sometimes quickly, something will set my pencil in motion. Little Stories About Nothing is a new segment for paid subscribers only as it is more personal and vulnerable.

The birds are chirping outside, seemingly unaware. The skin on my hands is so dry a slight brush against the table has caused my knuckles to split and bleed.

There’s no fire in the fireplace to warm the living room this morning. The wildfires are burning north and south of us. We sit in the middle, holding our breath. Our Go Boxes not yet packed, but detailed printouts ready just in case.

Classical music is playing in the background, doing its best to calm. I’ve lit the tapered candles all around. They feel at least warm to the soul.