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Distracted: A Short Story

Updated on June 9, 2017
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Melissa obtained her B.S. degree in Natural Resource Management, minoring in Biology. She enjoys creative writing, art, and gardening.

Distracted

She sat alone in the coffee shop, occasionally gulping from her mug while typing furiously on her laptop. Another writer, he thought. What gives, this place has been filling up with them over the past year. He thought he had found his own private sanctuary to write in, a place where he wouldn’t be disturbed, but there she sits tapping away on her computer. Her very presence infuriated him.

Jay got up, unable to continue writing himself. He grabbed his pen and notepad thinking as he did that these two items were telling of the changing times for writers. No longer is it just paper and ink, but computers and laptops, the instant gratification of youth, he sighed. He was going to have to find a new place to write again. This was only his third coffee shop this month. The town was running out of coffee shops for him to try.

He walked down the sidewalk spotting a park up ahead. It’s as a good a spot as any, he thought. The park just might be his new writing spot. He sat down, noticing the quiet, the peacefulness. This is it he thought, my place. That’s when he heard it. Boing! He gazed around trying to find the source, Boing! And again, Boing! The sound kept coming at steady increments until he finally saw the source. A basketball, the boy was playing basketball by himself. He couldn’t write like this he thought! He got up, ready to leave in search of a new spot, when suddenly it hit him. He put down his pen and paper and strode over to the boy.

“Can I play?” He asked.

“Sure.” said the boy.

Afterwards Jay strode purposely back to the bench, picking up his pen and paper writing furiously for a bit before having a second thought. The coffee shop, he needed to go back. He got up and nearly ran back to the coffeehouse. He peered around looking for the perfect seat. There it was. He sat down, pulling out his pen and paper, poised to write, he glanced across the table and smiled. She looked up at him, closing her laptop, and smiled. He began writing furiously.


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