Surreal

“We work in the dark. We do what we can. We give what we have.”

- Henry James

A recent stop at the gym yielded more than just a passing moment of perceived fitness. While I was toiling away, picking something heavy up and putting it down again to the thud-thud-thud of AM radio, my eye travelled around the gym to ease the boredom. The usual characters were there, a friendly bunch of people minding their own business and getting a bit of exercise..

My visual tour ended at the treadmill. I blinked, then nearly dropped the heavy thing I’d just picked up. Huffing away on the treadmill was a guy. The guy was reading a book.

The book was Harbour View.

This is the moment in the movie where the strings swell in the background as the struggling writer/painter/musician realizes for the first time that everything she’s worked for has finally made it to the world. And then Mary Tyler Moore rushes out into traffic and flings her hat skyward. Or something like that.

I didn’t actually notice any swelling of strings, what with the thudding of the AM radio; nor did I feel compelled to rush out into traffic and fling a hat. Instead I took a deep breath and continued picking up and putting down the heavy thing.

With a little smile on my face.

(Notice to Dear Reader: You might find this interesting if you live within spitting distance of Newmarket, Ontario, which I, alas, do not. I’ll be reading by proxy! Fellow writers take note of the opportunity to read your work and meet other writers and editors – including Editor A from Quattro.)

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