Friday, June 3, 2016

Anonymity is a wonderful gift

I'm currently writing a few things. Here is a short passage from one of my semi-fictional works in progress. I have no idea where this is going but now that it has boarded the bus, it'll hopefully reach somewhere nice.

I looked down at my shoes and wished I were somewhere else. Maybe in a bookstore, sitting in a quiet corner between tall bookcases, preferably wedged between humour and horror, and leafing through a book anonymously. It’s a wonderful gift, anonymity. Nearly all of humanity has it. And yet, everyone is constantly struggling to climb out of obscurity. I looked at my shoes again, at the ring of grey dust—I will have to give them a good shine tonight. Better a shoe, if not life. Aruna’s voice cut into my thoughts.


  1. I love this. I want to know who Aruna is. You have set such a strong scene, such a sense of place. Really, this is great!

    1. Nan, thank you for being so supportive — I appreciate your time and your thoughts. I have not decided whether to turn the above passage, currently part of a 1,000-word piece, into a story or a novella.

    2. Whatever you decide, I look forward to reading it.