Bashful Writer

The Bashful writer He had been into a bookshop a few weeks ago had asked the manager if he could place his books there, yes, that was ok just bring me the books the manager said. When he had asked the shop was empty, now it was full of people and he was too shy and nervous, waited outside for the shop to be empty. He was a man of little self-confidence perhaps his work was not good enough to be sold, he had been refused so often when sending a manuscript through the net. In a café, he had a glass of red wine to lessen his anxiety, it helped, but the bookshop was closed for lunch when he came back, he had lunch came back but the shop decided it didn`t want more English written work, “Come back in January,” the shopkeeper said. He took the bus home knowing well he would not come back for more humiliations.