First Line

As I was sitting in the public transit terminal waiting to take the Seabus from North Van to downtown yesterday I saw a severely handicapped woman in a wheelchair communicating with a woman she was with. The woman in the chair was moving a pointer around with her mouth. There was a computer monitor on her chair where she spelled out messages. The two women were also chatting. When we got off the seabus on the other side I was able to read what the woman in the chair wrote. 'I woke up this morning giggling at the sea.' I am going to use that in the next piece of prose fiction that I write.

I woke up this morning giggling at the sea.


I may have a job doing daily runs to Seattle. Tan may be seeing more of me than she bargained for.