Sunday, October 15, 2006

the writer

She was famous. They waited with great anticipation. She sold her final piece for millions before anyone even saw a single word. She was that good. She took her money and went on a long vacation, leaving no trail.

In a large corner office, the first copy of the masterpiece was opened slowly, expectantly. Out came a single page. Blank.

1 comment:

Miss Mel said...

LOLOLOL. Tief! Good one Rae.