A Writer's Wish

[Stephen Torelli]

Before bedtime, he prays to the Man Upstairs, “I wish the words I write would appeal to everyone,” and when he awakens he realizes his words have not changed. They are the same… sentence structure, style, and diction; yet, when he exits his Bleeker Street residence he finds his world has changed.

The cosmopolitan flavor has vanished. Every street is paved in cobblestone and in the pubs the patrons are only served carbonated water and red wine. The grocery only sells a combination of pasta, seafood, and legumes and every townsfolk wears colorful flowered hats with matching shoes who greets you with a drone expression of “How do you do.”

And only now he reckons to write that book.

 

 

[Kristine_ES]

stephen, this is one of my favorites by ou.  i want to walk that street you were on, man! 

[Jeanette Cheezum]

I think you nailed it. :)

[Cita]

like like like like

[Bill Floyd]

What a great twist.  More of the patented Torelli creativity on full display.  

[Naomi Leake]

This is surreal, with lots of space for the reader to imagine into. I like it a lot.

[Teresa]

New eyes, not words.  Wonderful.

[Mike Handley]

Very thought-provoking, Stephen. The possibilities are dancing in my head.