acreage

Writing here in the quiet. No one visits this space. I’ll not give a hint or a link. Better to think a while and keep the lines short. Whittle to the truth. Maybe there’s more than one.

Giving two plays a rest for a while. Two stories. Letting the words sink deeper onto the flesh of me. I can hear the people talking. Characters with voices now. Stories of their own. Working things out among themselves. I listen and watch. Touch the edge of their stage gently to feel their feet meeting the planks. Boards. Tape marks things. Boundaries. Some call it the acreage. Measurements. Depth. Careful not to overfill. Judgment calls necessary.