http://slow.writerscafe.org/AjayHealey The original writings of author Ajay Healey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776333570 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15             The man stood on the railing. It hadtaken him the better part of the day to get there and now he didn’t know whatto do. Contemplation seemed a good pastime. A spot with little humantraffic�"like where he stood now�"wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AjayHealey/990775/ I wrote this when I had writer's block. I freaked out, sat down at the computer and HAD to write SOMETHING. This came out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AjayHealey/990774/             The air wascrisp. Leaves crunched beneath his boots. Apples? Some kind of fruit treesurrounded him. He didn’t truly care. The moon guided his step toward the houseahead. Yes. That’s the one, he thought while consulting the map held bet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AjayHealey/990773/             She walked with as much grace as shecared to. Her bare feet ignored the layer of ash against the battered road; barelynoticed the hard metal of beasts long past. She licked at the snow and shookher head at the bitter taste. It wasn’t the fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AjayHealey/990771/