Oh, my word.
But not just one word. Several. My words escaped me. I had been writing something when what I wanted to say flew out of my head.
I took a deep breath. Stay calm, I told myself. Then I called for help.
Minutes later, a group of word watchers gathered, their binoculars and spotting scopes directed toward the sky. Somewhere was a flock of flyaway words. I wondered if my words knew where they were going and how they would get there. I knew I had to get them back. I didn't know how. No GPS could help. No compass. No map.
I took my eyes away from the computer screen. I sat on my bed. I wrote about something else. I smiled. Like anything lost, once I had stopped thinking about the words, they flew back into my head.
Mark my words, this won't happen again.
Causes Eva Schlesinger Supports
Center For Young Women's Development
Alameda County Library Foundation