Blue Ships Publishing

Red, orange, blue. Could an odder color scheme be found? Maybe if he added a little fuchsia. Artists. And here I am thinking I was strange because I still write all my work with a typewriter.

“Alright, so this is my place,” he said. “This is my home.” Pause. “What do you think?”

I took a deep breath. “Well, I guess since we’re writing about your life we should be where you’re most comfortable. Sooo…ahh.”

I placed my green purse on his bright red sofa. Hideous. But I wasn’t going to say anything. Afterall, I was the one who volunteered the info that I write about random people’s lives for a living. He said once I wrote about him all others would pale. We’ll see.