Short and simple. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: nope. Hart Hanson's
You are painting your toenails in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet seat and slowly turning your flesh coloured nails wine red. You think of all the things you will be doing at work today, work on your case, see your partner, and clear the figurative clutter of files you need to look at…
Then inspiration strikes. Your latest book, the one you have been struggling to complete, will be perfect if you add this, change that put in an explosion and the main characters working out a twist that would have your audience dropping their jaws in shock. Yes! That will be absolutely perfect!
But there is a dilemma. You have to be at work in an hour. There isn't enough time to write it now. You have to hurry. Hopefully, there will not be anything that will need your urgent attention at work so you can remember exactly what you wanted to write. It feels like one of those brain blasts that will fade the longer you take to record it. You strip off your nightie, leave the last toe bare, and step in and out of the shower. Clothes are put on in no regard as to what will look good today; you know the last time you wore this skirt with this shirt, it didn't look bad. Grab the keys and the shoes and the bag and out the door. You jump into the car and make your way to the Jeffersonian. All the way there, you replay exactly how you want the scenes to play out. He definitely has to say that, she has a breakthrough that plays out exactly like this, that's a good line. You can't forget it.
You park in your spot, grab the things out of the car and fly into the building, hardly stopping to play courteous. The lab is sparsely populated, and you breathe a sigh of relief that your best friend, her fiancé and your former assistant are all missing. You toss out a "Good Morning," to the lab in general, and make your way to your office.
Whew! You've made it. And with ample time to type everything if you go fast. You turn the computer on and bounce in your seat, apprehensive that someone will barge in unannounced and screw the whole thing up.
You hit the buttons that spell your password and count the ticking milliseconds as they pass, separating you from your outpouring of imagination.
Finally! It starts up. A big smile breaks out across your face and you reach out to touch the very first key.
"Hey Bones, glad I caught you early."
You look up. There he is; black pants, white shirt, tie, black jacket. And that smile… He's looking at you as if you are the only other human in the world that matters.
What were you doing again?
Like it? I typed it super fast. It kinda sounds like me. (grins)
