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- >Be Anon on Earth
- >You're spending the day as you usually spend the day, in Starbucks.
- >You're an author and you've already written one best selling children’s novel.
- >Now you're just riding the profits while writing your next one.
- >Life is good.
- >”Here's your coffee Anon.”
- >That'll be Jeff, the guy who works here on the weekdays.
- “Thanks Jeff.”
- >He walks away, and you take a sip of your coffee.
- >You let the warm, bitter taste run through you, refreshing you for a long day of writing.
- >You put the mug down and turn on your laptop, cracking your knuckles and setting them down on the keyboard.
- >It's not a Macbook, it's a normal windows laptop.
- >You're no faggot.
- >Three hours later.
- >You stare at a white page, desperately trying to think of anything, just anything, you could put down.
- >You have a moment of sudden inspiration, and start to type, throwing down words like a man possessed.
- >With a satisfied grin, you pull back from the laptop and lean back into your chair.
- >Then you re-read the paragraph.
- >Ctrl-A, Delete.
- >You put your head in your hands and groan quietly.
- >You hate writers block, the beginnings are always the hardest.
- >Just then, you hear a small snort of amusement from elsewhere in the shop.
- >That's weird, it's not time for the lunchtime rush yet, you're usually the only person in the shop.
- >You look around and easily spot the other occupant.
- >It helped that her hair was bright pink.
- >She's sat on the front side of the Starbucks, near the door, whereas you're sitting on the right side.
- >Her own laptop is in front of her and various textbooks and papers are strewn all over the table.
- >Her hair is a bright pink and hangs straight over one of her eyes, reaching her stomach easily.
- >She's wearing a pink tanktop and jeans.
- >Absent mindedly, you scored her an 8/10.
- >She's focused on her work, which was a good thing, since you were quite obviously staring at her.
- >There was nobody else in the shop, evidently she'd found your failure amusing.
- >At least somebody was.
- >After a few more minutes of trying to think of something, you decided to pack it in for the day.
- >Perhaps inspiration would strike you at some point.
- >You pack away your laptop and walk outside.
- >The pink girl doesn't look at you as you exit.
- >When walking out you see Jeff setting up the parasols on the outside tables.
- >Inspiration strikes you, but sadly not for a book.
- “Hey, Jeff.”
- >He turns around to face you.
- “When did that pink girl turn up? I'm usually all on my own in there.”
- >You try to make it sound as if you're not that interested. Like it's a joke.
- >You probably failed, but Jeff is a good enough guy to pretend not to take any notice.
- >”Oh, she turned up about a month ago, just doing university work I reckon.”
- >That would explain why you haven't seen her.
- >You took a month break from writing to celebrate your new bestseller status.
- “Ah, right. Know her name?”
- >He grins
- >”You wouldn't believe it if I told you.”
- >Cut the suspense Jeff. Damn
- >”It's Pinkamena”
- >Well, she likes to live up to her name.
- “Huh.”
- >”Yeah, that's what I thought too. She's a quiet one though, hasn't talked to me except to order or set up a tab, that's how I know her name.”
- >Interesting
- >You thank Jeff and make your way home.
- INCOMPLETE
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