I stare at my laptop in front of me. After three hours, I was hoping for inspiration to flood in to create a long overdue short story. Covered by the mosquito net, as I sit on my bed; listening to the sound of the rain on the horrendous metal roof. Why and how were metal roofs considered a good idea? Whenever it rains like today, it reflects the sound so loud it is hard to hear my music playing on full blast. However, the sound of the rain that was not my only distraction. I am distracted by the conversation with the stranger. Read More
