He watched as the lonely leaf drifted slowly towards the semi-frozen ground in the front yard. Soon, he thought, the snow would come and with it, the cold frigid air that would sting when one drew a breath.

No thoughts would come and the paper in front of him had been blank now for almost two weeks. He hadnt even started with a single word and then crumpled the piece of paper up and thrown it away. It was the same sheet of paper he had taken out of the desk drawer about ten days ago.

Where had the spark gone?

Writing used to be so easy. Thoughts would come faster than could be put on paper and sometimes would even get jumbled together. Now, there was nothing, not even a single word.

Life was, well, it was just empty but, why? There must be a reason, but where to find it?

He paced the floor and glanced out the window again. Now, not even a leaf fluttered by to animate the view through the window. There wasnt even any of the pain anymore; just emptiness.

And then, a glimmer of an idea flashed by. He tried to grab it but as quickly as it had made itself known; it evaporated into thin air.

Damn! It just disappeared. How could it have been so easy before, he wondered?

The telephone hadnt even rung in over a month. Had it been disconnected? He didnt even care anymore. She was just gone. Her name was

Remember ... "With Poser, all things are possible, and poseable!"

cheers,

dr geep ... :o]

edited 10/5/2019