In these hallowed halls of learning

[rolanni]

There's a young woman having a complicated, intensely personal, and quite loud telephone conversation in the public area just down from my office. She's in for the long haul, having pulled the chair around to face the loveseat, so she can put her feet up and be comfy.

Meanwhile, immediately below my office window, a grounds crew is standing around, apparently judging whether the sound of the gentleman reading from a book reaches far enough out into the damp, peaceful world. The window is closed, so I can hear the cadence of his voice, but not the words he's reading. Ah! The sound guy just increased the gain. Now I can hear the words. Not a book I know. And not a gentleman who is completely at ease, reading aloud all by himself at the top of the library steps.

One of my faculty helpfully stopped by to tell me that Chinese astronauts orbited the earth last Friday. I agreed that I had seen mention of this in the news, whereupon he kindly offered the suggestion that I might write a "fiction thing" about the event.

Is it lunch time, yet?

Comments

[sandykidd.livejournal.com]

Oh how I love it when people giver me unsolicited writing prompts. I see it as an implicit invitation to write a 'fiction thing' inspired by some aspect of their person. Often to the great amusement of my friends list. ;)