Minor Key Life

I walked to the Post Box this morning.
Someone had taped it closed.
Is this a protest?

Or just someone being a prick.

I walked home. 

She asked “what you got against minor key songs?”

Me?

She started laughing.

“You live a minor key life”

“Thanks”

The sunlight cut through the hall while the radio played.
I was half expecting some big red letters to appear:

“You need this”

And then the advert for some clothes, or electronics, or whatever.

I went to the writers group

They said, you are in the right place. We’ve read your blog and we can help you, we can sort you out. You’ve got to start with paragraphs. See, the words just run right over the page in a satisfying manner. This is the way to do it, and then you call tell normal stories. Just like us.This is acceptable.:

With paragraphs, see?

Just like this.

Of course I never went to the writers group.
What the fuck do I know about writing. .

You want paragraphs, you can write your own stuff.

This is take from my collection of writing “Shore”.

(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon