I was amazed at Sebastien's latest book. It was exceptional. I wanted to know if it took him long to finish it.
He admitted that he struggled at the beginning. He was having another bout of writer's block when he was working on the first few pages. Term papers
were scattered in his bed, and he drank seven cans of Coke.
He went to the window, and looked at the English countryside. It was dark and raining, and mist seemed to creep in from the distance. He decided then and there to visit his grandmother in Marseilles.
He arrived the next day. He expected to greet her and show her around the garden, which she always did during his past visits. He saw a brunette in a negligee instead. She was looking at some term papers.
Sebastien stopped. He grinned at me, as if telling me I know what happened next. But I was confused. I think I read what he just said in his book. I wondered if he really went to Marseilles or he thought about the book while staring at the rain.
Maybe it was the term papers.