http://slow.writerscafe.org/greywaffles The original writings of author elaine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776174400 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The soft, hand-madecrevices Of the crisp paperFloating lightlythrough A dark room- Light creepingthroughThe tiny hole in thecorner.The old woman yawnedAnd put the kettle onthe stove. Let's get out, shesaysThe kettle screaming In the backg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greywaffles/1548593/ It's so hot. That sun. .. That oppressive sun. . . That strangling sun. . . This damn idea. I should've stayed home.My foot- what's my foot caught on? Oh- rope. Rope. . . Where'd thisrope come from? I can't even see; the sun- it's so hot. I should've brought mysun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/greywaffles/1548587/