We crossed paths at the exercise room the other day – I was arriving, she was leaving; that “Hi, how are you, I haven’t seen you in a while …” greeting was as you might expect – pleasantries between acquaintances.
In answer to “how are you?” I answered truthfully – which made that exchange longer, made the to-fro of those few minutes really worthwhile. So different than if I’ve said, “fine thanks, how are you?”.
Leaving that exchange, telling story … of my trip last week to Vancouver, of Barry’s death, his funeral and my adventures/mis-adventures in traffic and travel left me saying, “that’s a speech”.
This morning I’m competing. I’ve scrapped the speech I gave at the Area contest as ‘not good enough’ and I scrapped the other I was playing with as ‘not ready enough’.
I hope I win, of course, but whether or not I do – I need to tell that story, Barry’s story.
That story – obviously with some editing, crafting and polishing that wasn’t present in that first-draft in the exercise room, but no less feeling …
700 words, 7 minutes, 1 prop
And, I’m competing in the Humorous Contest too – should be tons of fun.