My Short Short for the Day

 “Alright Stanford, start typing.”  Stanford’s fingers hovered above the keyboard, paused, waiting for inspiration to hit. 

“Honey, why don’t you take a break and have some tea with me.”  Wanda called out from the kitchen.

“No, I can’t, I have to write.”  Stanford called back.  He dropped his hands to his lap. 

“Suit yourself.”  Wanda set a cup of tea and a small plate of cookies on the desk before taking her tea into the living room.

“Ok, focus.”  Stanford sipped his tea.  “Mmm.  Not bad.”  Then he dipped a cookie in it before taking a bite.  “Well a short break won’t hurt.  In fact, maybe that’s just what I need to re-energize my brain.”  He took his tea and cookies into the living room.

About a half hour later, Stanford returned to his desk.  “Ok, Stanford, you’ve had a break, now it’s time to get serious.”  He stretched and flexed his fingers, sat up straight and tall, and placed his feet flat on the floor.  “Alright, let’s go.” 

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, paused, waiting for inspiration to hit.  Nothing.  He slouched.  His hands dropped to his lap.  He stared at the blank screen.  He was about to put his head down on the keyboard when he heard his wife coming towards him.

“How’s it going dear?”  Wanda called as she passed by into the kitchen.

Stanford typed furiously on the keyboard.  “Great!  It’s really moving along now.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful.  I guess all you needed was a little break.”  Wanda walked over and kissed Stanford on the head.  “Can I read it?”

“Oh, no, not yet.  I’m really in the flow of things.  Later, ok?”  Stanford hunched forward to block his screen.

“Ok, dear.”  Wanda patted his shoulder and left.

“Phew!”  Stanford looked at the barrage of random letters scattered across his screen.  He deleted it and then started typing whatever came into his mind.  At first, he trudged along but soon it turned into something more solid. 

“Dinner in a half hour, Stan.”  Wanda called from the kitchen.

“Ok.”  Stanford’s fingers were flying across the keyboard as the words poured out.  Finally, he hit the end of the page and stopped.  “Wow, Stanford, not bad.”  He stared admiringly at the words that filled up 3 pages.  “Not bad…well, hopefully not bad.” 

“Dinner!”  Wanda called.

“But we can wait until tomorrow to see if it’s bad or not.”  Stanford saved the pages and closed the laptop.