Dishes clink. Leather aroma of coffee mixed with fresh baked bread, sautéed garlic and spinach. Impatient scream of steam and froth, another latte born.
Still no words. A blank space where once a story sat, now empty. Waiting.
A shift, a stretch. Neck kinked and knotted from an evening of painful searches, a delve deep within.
Where were the words?
Laughter from the table nearby.
Still nothing. Absence. Void.
Then a glimmer, the sparkle of a crown. A toddler in pink, hand tight in mom’s.
An idea. A smile.
Fingers on keys.
“Once upon a time…”
© Laura L. Zimmerman 2016