For a few weeks now there as been this scene in my mind that I cannot seem to shake. I’m more of a poet as you all are aware; however, I have dipped my quill on fiction writing and story building. It’s been over a year since I’ve written a scene but I’d like to share the brief scene.
“How do you see him in your mind?”
I hesitate, smile before answering.
The front door shut behind him as he sipped his hot coffee when the brisk air slipped under his shirt sending goose bumps to his spine. He placed a cigarette between his lips as he stared into the neighbor’s yard lighting the stick. He took a long drag and released it with a smile as if he was a dragon. He slips back into his world leaving a cold blank stare. His dark eyes were weary from battling the shadows within that no one seemed to understand. Each day he yearned to be home and in bed where he felt most comfortable. A butterfly landed on his shoe shifting his focus. His scruffy beard outlined his wide smile. He once read that if a butterfly lands on you it is good luck. Life seemed to be bearable for the moment as he sipped his coffee.