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Why is it I wonder that people go through their lives so close, yet so far apart ?
They say you have more chance of meeting that ‘special’ person at the supermarket, selecting the next frozen pack of peas ! Than you have, most other places ..
This however was no shopping spree, nor a picnic as M settled back, resigned to the same state of mind as she figured his was.. Surprisingly he had said little. Somewhat resigned, she thought to accepting things as was, perhaps, she wondered he had been trapped in an elevator before. No point in screaming, shouting or otherwise protesting at being STUCK in the elevator for lord knows how long..
What HE didn’t know was the fact that the engineers for this particular piece of .. M was trying to contain her words ambling around inside her head, but the word ‘crap ‘ kept surfacing.. Were outside of Manchester and likely to take at least an hour if not two, to even get to the offices. That was of course apart from waiting until the job they were already on had been completed ! Hence the previous poor devils, who had been trapped for some four hours !!
It was sometime later past the usual, ‘How long have you worked here’ and all the other basic questions, though he obviously had the upper hand here, as she was stuck on questions to ask him ! It broached on personal and beyond the office, she was tempted to ask him what he did for a living ! Finally plucking up the courage to ask !
“Writer “ The next half hour, revealed his interests and his pre occupations .. He was certainly very enthusiastic and once on the subject of his work deeply entrenched in ensuring she knew, all too well how much he loved writing ? Truth was he was right, no writers, no books, movies, television et et
“So what “ He asked. “IF you had the chance to write or had the opportunity to tell a writer what YOU wanted to read about... or for them to write about for you?” His voice tailed off, but she knew what he meant.
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