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“Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.
From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.
Rose is at work on a Monday morning, feeling inspiration in the form of a newspaper rose.
One Short Syllable
I’ll put Jeremy’s rose right by my lamp, to inspire me…
Above, in the livelier parts of the library, students and faculty mingle with the other librarians – the ones I’ve never paid much attention to.
Up above, right now, is life, and possibility. That’s something I can tell Jeremy when I see him on Friday, before I ask all the questions already boiling over in my mind. The flower, and the story of how it came to me, are things I can talk about, with the others…
I pick up Jeremy’s paper rose, and head upstairs, humming “Red Rubber Ball”. I see one of my colleagues wiping down tables – Fred? Brad? Matt? I only know that it’s one short syllable.
What does Rose intend to do now?
Will she remember her colleague’s name?
Where will the rose lead Rose?
“Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my initial self-published offering.
As I type this on Thursday evening, NaNoWriMo is figuratively breathing down my neck, looking over my shoulder, and I’m still in the planning/early plotting stages of my WIP-to-be.
I’m not overly concerned, though. Each step in my hybridized process yields new insights and inspirations, and gets me a little more into the story world, so that my mind is priming itself for the journey ahead. I’m a discovery writer, anyway. Even when I have a well-developed plot, at some point the characters will just decide to go their own ways, and – poof! Before I know it, everything is different, and almost always for the better.
I’ll keep on going until November 1 – and then we’ll see.