“Do you know when I write?” The wrinkled woman asked the child by her side.
“No.”
“I write when I feel nothing, when I want to feel.”
“We had an author come and he told us that he writes best when he’s emotional.”
“He would say that, he’s an author.”
“But you’re not an author.”
“No I’m not. I’m a story-teller.”
“What’s a story-teller?”
“A story-teller creates emotion with their words. They take something, an experience, a moment, and they twist it around in their hands. They turn it and flip it, and once done only then do they speak. They tell their story, they spread their magic.”
“Tell me a story then please.” The child moved closer to slide onto her lap, snuggling close.
Smiling, the old woman began. ...
