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Blog Entry: My working office is an airplane crash. Stuff everywhere. One of my afflictions is I have short stories and pieces of stories all over the place. I would like to share some of them with you. As I say, some are complete and others just a snapshot of a story idea. Others will take several sessions to complete the story. Let me give you an example of a story idea that appeals to me and I hope one day become a novel. With your permission, I would like to start next Tuesday when I return to the office. Please tell me if this is a bad idea and I will not burden you. Have a great weekend. JB Morris JOANNA CHAPTER 1 Templer’s Lounge at The Foxtail Inn Hello. Such a small word. Important, but small. One can declare it in countless ways. Boisterous, timid, whatever. For Joanna, it would be a cautious greeting. Almost with trepidation. How would be receive her. Graciously, or would he order her to leave. That would make her sad. Why, she didn’t know. With some hesitation, she moved up behind him. He couldn’t see her that way. That was good. It made it easier. And it helped that sitting at the piano, he was blinded by the ambiance of the dim lights casting shadows on the leather upholstered chairs and gold textured wallpaper. Stepping into the outside perimeter of the spotlight, next to the piano, she whispered, “Hello.” Playing the 2nd movement of Beethoven Pathetique Piano Sonata, he opened his eyes from a self-imposed trance. Continuing to play, he said, confused, “I know you. Why do I know you?” “It happened here in this room, almost a year ago.” “What happened?” “I was very cruel to you.”