in a small room made of white besser brick walls with three rows of small white desks on either side of the floor, she looked out across the clear city night…what a magical place it is to be in this room of make believe..a small Polish teacher brimming with encouragement, sitting at the front of the room, her head just reaching the top of the desk shared a literary quote for every comment offerred..teacher reminded her ‘one can write what one desires in this class’
..she, the student, sat forward on the edge of the black vinyl chair eager to hear more insight and share her ideas..she sat amongst new writers and future authors. they each read short stories, analysed strategies and started new ideas, not yet aware of where they might lead..
…she drank in new book titles, authors and quotes..she wished every day could be like today…
…an artist, a perpetual student with no worry for money or status
…she would bound home to her faithful lady lover waiting to greet her at their front door
…she talks and talks and talks about her magical day amongst words, not stopping for a breath
…her lady lover is as happy as she is seeing her alive
…they retire to bed early, their tanned summer skin rubbing against each other on white cotton sheets
sharing stories and laughter about their day and childhood, she can’t wait to get back to the room of make believe..
© Elena van Laack 2012