Working on a new story idea.
Well, that didn’t taste like rum and coke. What the hell was in that?
Ingredients: A little bit of this, a little bit of that, a little sparkle dust and creativity. How about that? This drink will keep you young at heart, in fact the aging process it will thwart. The age you are now, is the age you will be forever and ever into eternity.
What the hell? You don’t remember writing out those ingredients and you were the one who made the damn drink. But then again, who are you to argue with something that will keep you at a prime age forever?
You turn the paper over to see if there is anything else written on it.
Now that you’ve got forever, what changes will you make in your life? Will you live differently knowing you’ll always be around to be accountable for your action?
Well, okay then. Whether you remember writing that or not, it does make a good point. Are there changes that you should be making to the way you previously have been living your life? Do you make changes now that you are going to outlive everyone else you know or do you say fuck it and do what you want, knowing that eventually, nobody is going to be around to call you on it? If you need to you can start over in a new town, state, or country for that matter.
Up until this very moment, you have been a goody goody, unwilling to take risks or have any fun. That needed to change.
Your decision made, you scan the bar for someone to talk to and you find her leaning against the wall looking like she wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else. She was perfect.
© Sayre Ambrosio 2017