Kitchen Table

Once, a man came home from a bar late at night and sat down at the kitchen table to write. The words spilled out of him onto the plane white paper; fragments, memories, jokes, quotes and bit part stories.

Rather than becoming tired and sleepy because of the ale and the late hour, he found that the words sobered him and he worked on till morning, filling page after page.

Finally, exhausted and thirsty, and with the birds outside announcing the new day, he rose from the table. Passing his wife on the stairs coming down for her breakfast, he went to bed.

His wife, on seeing a page of hand written pages on the table, momentarily forgot all thoughts of bacon, sat down and started to read. So shocked was she at some of the writing, and without even a cup of tea, she packed her bags and left.

She was gone before he woke up.