A Simple Life

The simple life “I don’t know where to go if I win on the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.” He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way the words were laboured it didn’t light up the paper in an invitation to write more Everything had been difficult lately; words slipped from his mind before he could catch them. Like finding your way to the railway station in an unknown town a foggy day; when screams are muffled and no one around except bewildered dogs. He thought of the day when sitting on a ladder leading up to another deck, a flying fish had landed in front of him vacuous eyes, where am I? He had thrown the fish back into the sea where it belonged smoked his cigarette before going into the galley; yet this the simple act of charity had made his day. Yes, this was what he had to do, write about simple things and not trying to milk the stars.