August 13

Moment of truth; the blog is up, the night is late and the screen is empty, except the blinking cursor that seems to already be mocking me. Will I be able to write? I can feel the anxiety rise. The pressure is on. I need to find a subject, anything; may it be about curtains…

August 12

I sat down at the kitchen table, hands on my lap and eyes on the empty plate. Carefully I glanced over at the cutlery. They didn’t align. The fork laid higher up than the knife and the knife wasn’t put down straight. I glance over at the hostess; her back against me. Slightly shivering, I…