THE COLOR OF THIS STORY IS... WHITE
BY GLORIA FAYE BROWN BATES/aka GRANNY GEE
I sit here, my mind is a blank. I'm trying to remember back in the past to any one time when something interesting, exciting ...happened. I can't think of anything... at this moment.
Does that mean I've had such a life, one that nothing ever happened in it? Far from it... 'millions' of things have happened in my life but, for some reason, my mind has gone blank.
I feel the need to write, for the moment I have nothing to say. Strange... I feel the need to write... but... I have nothing to.. say. Does that make sense? I ... feel ...the need to ...write.... but, I have ...nothing to say!
My fingers keep typing, my mind searches at this very moment for something to write... so far... is what you see. Empty words... empty words. Think of something to write, Gloria. Let the words flow....
I may have 'writer's block'.... my fingers are trying to pull out of thin air... words, something to write about. Like when one pulls a tissue, one after the other, from a tissue box. Thoughts, and more.... thoughts!
But, at this moment, each 'tissue I pull out of the box' is... white, blank. I don't see any colors to write about. The color of this story is.... white.