Updated: Feb 8
Nowhere to go
With all his usual cafes closed, the writer has nowhere to go – except deeper into those unexplored recesses of the imagination. To explore the nooks and crannies of silence hidden among the spaces of an unfamiliar home now discovered anew. To sit encased by a silent fear and somehow turn that from wordlessness into words that communicated the subtle rawness of daily existence, not just as a writer but a human being.
A fear that is no longer encased by the distant chatter of strangers providing ceaseless security is now gone, at least temporarily. What is left to bargain with? Empty solace? Is that enough to force those pitiful words from their secret hiding places?
As it turns out, yes! In spite of all that nature has forced on the writer - this too has provided inspiration. For this writer, the uncaring silence is no longer an enemy waiting to ambush him, but a foe that can be alchemised for a knowing friendship.
So that every note of silence becomes a homage to a temporary severing from a cafe, the writer's temple, to his own inner church of the silent mind, in which beautiful writing shows the richness that was always hidden.
Saw the light
Another prompt for writing group got straight to the point:
'Finally, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel.'