A very short story.
Slow Starts
“Is it still fiction if I’m just describing something as it happens?”
Matt was speaking to himself again, a habit that only really occurs when his brain is feeling slow and requires some external input to consider getting into gear. He felt surprisingly hungover this morning, despite not having any alcohol at all the night before. Hydration was OK, food was OK. He could have perhaps slept a bit longer had he gone to bed earlier but even that shouldn’t explain how his mind and body felt at this moment.
The smell of his double shot coffee was even more enticing than usual, and it was decaf!
The dark liquid scalded his tongue slightly as he took a careless sip while stretching his left arm forward.
“I have to write something, though,” he pondered. “But what…”
Resigned to the fact that the morning wasn’t going to be as constructive as the previous mornings he was still going to write something. That was the point after all, wasn’t it?
His index finger traced the edge of the return key on the keyboard while he thought.
Pressing harder than he should, he hit the return key three times and began to type.
“Is it…” - keys tapping - “…still fiction…” - speaking aloud while typing - “…if I’m just describing something as it happens?”
Matt smiled. It certainly wasn’t going to be a great piece of writing, but at least it was writing.