When I got home I sat on my roof with a cold beer, my steel gazebo light on. I looked at the man that lives behind the ½ x ½ window, cooking again, still wearing the threadbare white cotton T-shirt, the only thing I’ve ever seen him in, and I imagine, the faded jeans. He looked up, out his little window, and I realised right then, that he watches me.
As writers in lockdown, all that we can do is write. We hope that these short and silly stories take you away for a moment. Read other blog stories by the writers at Give Me Articles. We’re an article writing service, so we could write some blogs for you too.
#storytelling #contentmarketing #inspiration
